Luyện nghe bài hát Da Shit

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 and tell them niggaz

I'll let the whole world that I can't be stopped
Even without Doc, I'm still from the of Compton
Yeah nigga, I said it and 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 one line, like 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
weight at my nigga Daz house
He got a thick bad bitch from Long Beach
She a known freak and she got a long

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

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)

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

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

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

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

I you niggaz waitin', had to take you back to the basics
Switch the Impala from gold to Dayton's
Every time bitch hear my voice, she masturbatin'
I run through hoes like Payton on the daily
I got your main bitch 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, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

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

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

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

And I might fuck her too
If I ever her slidin' or ridin'
Through the of Compton
Rollin' down Green Leaf, smokin' on green leaf
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 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 and you know it
Never stops, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

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

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