Luyện nghe bài hát Str-8 Gone

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Woo

Dedicated to the up
Straight West Coast nigga, no pity
Put holes in niggas, pretty
shitty like a black Frank Nitty
I drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that nigga
No doubt players me
recognise the King Tee, about twenty grand a ki
Ah, that G shit, no doubt about that
Statutory is how I rape the rap
And get your niggas off my
and oh, GOD, ya don't scrap, cos (*gun shot*) FUCK THAT!
I'm very precise when I
straight out the roof of my Lexus
Ya blame Tha Alkaholik group
but, naw, that nigga Tela hit the loot
Cos he's actin loonie
and I don't give a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like
The wanna do me
So if you've got'cha cheque give it to me

Now baby, trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to dome
That on the mic str-8 gone

Huh, so I I earned the title 'OG'
Been for ten years, it's my fifth Lp
I'ma give one to Easy E
A real G, RIP
Now all fools talkin 'bout they some killers
car stealers, big time drug
ass niggas keep it real, don't lie
You ain't killin shit and they let shit die
You ask "Who the am I?"
They call me 'Big Bone' and on my night I fades em all
And I come ya hood like a locc ass G
Rip any fool that calls an MC
It's only one way, have gun play
I make it play, nigga, fuck you got to say
I got a mad of murderers, ex-burglars
soft niggas outta service

Now baby, trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them hits
And the two dog groan, all the fuckin chips
That on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, don't trip, it's Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin on
That nigga on the mic str-8

My whole lives illegal
Strapped with the bulletproof in the front and back Regal
Smokin that sticky green
Hittin switches, bumpin on cuts the past
We leaf cos we live like G's
niggas become enemies
I hit a lick on the for ten ki's
now I drive is on Deez
I'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga
My dope in every nigga's hood
I don't time, I need to get what's mine
Forty four shells from
Leave you in the blind, str-8 from ya spine
A partner of crime
Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the
til my Karl Phat's respect due

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta
Ain't fuckin with nothin but platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the
That on the mic str-8 gone
(repeat 4X)

And I'm