Luyện nghe bài hát Y'all Gone Miss Me

Y'all gone me
Yeah, gone miss me
Never miss what you had 'til gone
Yeah, y'all miss me
Y'all gone me
Yeah, y'all gone me

Hmm, who that that brought you that gangsta shit
Befo' you motherfuckers was even for it?
Showed you how to tie a on your head
And your motherfuckin' set 'til you're dead

on the cops while I cuss the Feds
Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin'
Put the G in the P, the G to a ki
Put the West Coast back on the map

Check my styles, my files
I've been gangbangin' I was a juvenile
They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole
Keep it 100 proof

Everybody say, "Ay Snoop", did Row pay me?
here young loc, shit it's all to the gravy
I really can't trip off the past, on the real I had a
Tupac, in peace and God bless all my enemies

Raindrops, fallin' on my
Fuckin' with them haters, messin' my bread
'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my head
Fuckin' with haters, sleepin' in my bed

no limit to this shit, ain't no gimmick
Master P good out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant
I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no
I had to move down on the low-low, fo' sho' doe

Dippin' through the woods Fiend, Magic, Pokey
Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P
on tint, ridin' like the President
It's evident, shit I'm good

I out the hood like I should
And then they had the to call me Hollywood
But I don't a fuck, if I'm misunderstood
20 Crip don't slip, yeah, all to the good

Yeah, the homies got twist too, say?
Oh, the homies might get me? get you
Listen here, try it, and don't deny it
And pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I'm tryin'

Raindrops, on my head
Fuckin' with them haters, messin' with my
I'm talkin' 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my
Messin' with my baby, sleepin' in my bed

Just you thought I was gone, I'm back on
give the Dogg a home
With a of pitbulls
Rottweilers and doberman pinschers, bonafide

The illest, cap peelers, that you ever meet
Straight up out the ghetto where they the heavy metal
I got my on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal
I'm Dogg-House to the next level

And buckin' two shots at the
Run up on his ass, and blast, like a
Turn up the 'cause I hit you with the bass
Remember my name and my face

Remember these words, and the taste
And remember, we all gotta leave this
I'm tryin' to stay focused, I'm the in the game
The Rap Prime Minister, Mr. G

Raindrops, on my head
Fuckin' with the wrong folks, messin' my spread
I'm 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my head
with my baby, who's sleepin' in my bed

Y'all gone me
Y'all miss me
Y'all miss me
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