Luyện nghe bài hát Y'all Gone Miss Me

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

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

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

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

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

Raindrops, on my head
Fuckin' them haters, messin' with my bread
Talkin' 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my
Fuckin' with them haters, 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 and can't creep no more
I had to move South on the low-low, fo' sho' doe

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

I out the hood like I should
And then had the nerve to call me Hollywood
But I give a fuck, if I'm misunderstood
20 Crip slip, yeah, it's all to the good

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

Raindrops, on my head
with them haters, messin' with my bread
I'm talkin' the raindrops, fallin' on my head
Messin' with my baby, who's in my bed

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

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

And two shots at the devil
Run up on his ass, and blast, a rebel
Turn up the treble 'cause I hit you the bass
my name and remember my face

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

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

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