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, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

Ridin' low, smoke, oh
As I cruise of Compton
out the '64, '6-trey
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 of Compton
Yeah nigga, I 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 with one line, like that, nigga
Hit the front and back, make it bounce, let it jump
Killaforn I A is I'm from

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

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

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

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

I was the Aftermath 'til friends turned enemies
kept me laced like blunts dipped in Hennessey
You niggaz act like The Game roll 'em out
One man show, still a motherfucker out

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

I kept you niggaz waitin', had to take you back to the
Switch the Impala from gold to chrome
time 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 and you know it
Never stops, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

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

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

Hydraulics the world go 'round
Your girl go down, chronic make your girl down
Before she end up like Superhead, givin' super
Every nigga in the industry done Superhead

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

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

I'm a G, you see me
That be why you're 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 tell them

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