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
stops, there's no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I streets of Compton
Roll out the '64,
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 streets of
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 gotta niggaz
End career with one line, like that, nigga
Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce, let it
I A is where I'm from

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

She gon' it, suck it, fuck it
back down, especially when Al Green in the background
Now bitch, hit the weed and turn ass 'round
It's to bring back 'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle'
West niggaz still 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, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I streets of Compton
Roll out the '64,
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 bitches, more plaques, more beef and more straps
That's what the fuck I call rap

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

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

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

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)

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

I'm the West Rakim, got you niggaz blocked in
Glasshouse sideways on the stock rims
New school, old school
Translation, fours pumps and batteries

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

And I just fuck her too
If I catch her slidin' or ridin'
Through the streets of
Rollin' down Green Leaf, smokin' on green leaf
With a Mack 10 like was on Queens Street

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

I'm a G, you see me
That must be why you're
(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 Chevrolet and tell them

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