Luyện nghe bài hát Da Shit

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

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

I'll let the whole world know that I can't be
Even without Doc, I'm still from the streets of
Yeah nigga, I said it and stay on top
Like a hoodrat bomb ass cop

Run up on 'em like these rap niggaz, I ain't clap niggaz
End your career with one line, that, nigga
Hit the switch front and back, it bounce, let it jump
Killaforn I A is where I'm

Three-wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I out
Holdin' weight at my nigga Daz
He always got a thick bad from Long Beach
She a known and she got a long reach

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

I'm a G, you see me
must be why you're 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
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the West Coast Rakim, got you blocked in
Glasshouse parked sideways on the rims
New school, old school
Translation, fours and twelve batteries

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

And I just might her too
If I catch her slidin' or ridin'
the streets of Compton
Rollin' down Green Leaf, smokin' on green leaf
With a 10 like was born on Queens Street

Murder like I was born 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, next to Snoop, Pac
I got the whole world locked

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

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

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