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 streets of Compton
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 and tell them niggaz

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

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

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

She gon' touch it, it, fuck it
Never back down, when Al Green in the background
Now bitch, hit the and turn that ass 'round
time to bring back 'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle'
West Coast niggaz still shit down

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

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

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

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

With no Dre, sell the motherfucker out
'Cause everybody from the streets of Compton
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 from to chrome Dayton's
Every time your hear my voice, she masturbatin'
I run through hoes like Walter on the daily
I got your main swallowin' my babies

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 cruise of Compton
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them

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

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

And I just might her too
If I ever catch her or ridin'
Through the of Compton
Rollin' down Leaf, smokin' on that green leaf
With a Mack 10 like was on Queens Street

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

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 streets of Compton
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell niggaz

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