Luyện nghe bài hát Da Shit

I'm a G, you see me
That be why you're talkin'
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you it
Never stops, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell niggaz

let the whole world know that I can't be stopped
Even without Doc, I'm from the streets of Compton
nigga, I said it and I'ma stay on top
Like a hoodrat with ass cop

Run up on 'em like these rap niggaz, I gotta clap niggaz
End your career with one line, that, nigga
Hit the front and back, make it bounce, let it jump
I A is where I'm from

Three-wheelin' with the ass out, smoke 'til I pass out
weight at my nigga Daz house
He always got a bad bitch from Long Beach
She a known freak and she got a reach

She gon' touch it, suck it, it
Never down, especially when Al Green in the background
Now bitch, hit the weed and that ass 'round
It's time to bring 'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle'
West niggaz still holdin' shit down

I'm a G, you see me
That must be why you're
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you it
Never stops, there's no
(It stop, niggaz)

low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I streets of Compton
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell niggaz

I'm back on the cover of The and the XXL
Floatin' all through the of Compton
I got more bitches, more plaques, more beef and more
That's the fuck I call gangsta rap

I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turned
Streets kept me laced blunts dipped in Hennessey
You act like The Game can't roll 'em out
One man show, sell a motherfucker out

With no Dre, still sell the out
'Cause everybody from the streets of Compton
We got niggaz, Blood niggaz, ese's, Asians
Red and laces, tattoos on faces

I kept you waitin', had to take you back to the basics
the Impala from gold to chrome Dayton's
Every time your hear my voice, she masturbatin'
I run through hoes like Payton on the daily
I got your bitch swallowin' my babies

I'm a G, you see me
That must be why talkin'
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you it
Never stops, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

Ridin' low, smoke, oh
As I cruise of Compton
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 and tell them niggaz

I'm the West Rakim, got you niggaz blocked in
Glasshouse parked sideways on the stock
New school, old school
Translation, fours pumps and batteries

make the world go 'round
Your girl go down, chronic make your slow down
Before she end up like Superhead, givin' head
Every nigga in the industry fucked Superhead

And I might fuck her too
If I ever her slidin' or ridin'
Through the of Compton
down Green Leaf, smokin' on that green leaf
With a Mack 10 like was born on Street

Murder MC's like I was in Queensbridge
That's how I show you pa what a king is
And you don't wanna chess on a time clock
I'm in the Hall of Fame, to Snoop, behind Pac
I got the whole motherfuckin' world

I'm a G, you see me
That must be why talkin'
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da and you know it
stops, there's no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

Ridin' low, smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell niggaz

Everybody wanna know what the fuck is on
Am I to Aftermath, Interscope?
What's up with Geffen? I'ma just say it like
One day I walked in the motherfuckin'
And all my shit was