Luyện nghe bài hát Da Shit

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)

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

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

Run up on 'em like these rap niggaz, I ain't 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' with the ass out, smoke chronic I pass out
Holdin' at my nigga Daz house
He always got a thick bad from Long Beach
She a known freak and she got a long

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

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, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

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

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

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

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

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

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, there's no
(It stop, niggaz)

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

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

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

And I might fuck her too
If I ever catch her slidin' or
the streets of Compton
Rollin' down Green Leaf, smokin' on that green
a Mack 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 play chess on a 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
must be why you're 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 streets of
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell niggaz

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