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)

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

let the whole world know that I can't be stopped
Even Doc, I'm still from the streets of Compton
Yeah nigga, I said it and I'ma on top
a hoodrat with bomb ass cop

Run up on 'em like rap niggaz, I ain't gotta 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

with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out
Holdin' weight at my nigga Daz
He always got a thick bad bitch from Beach
She a known and she got a long reach

She gon' it, suck it, fuck it
Never down, especially when Al Green in the background
Now bitch, hit the and turn that ass 'round
time to bring back 'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle'
West Coast niggaz still 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, no stoppin'
(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 of Compton
I got bitches, more plaques, more beef and more straps
what the fuck I call gangsta rap

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

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

I you niggaz waitin', had to take you back to the basics
Switch the from gold to chrome Dayton's
Every time 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
must be why you're talkin'
(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
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them

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

make the world go 'round
Your girl go down, chronic 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 or ridin'
Through the of Compton
down Green Leaf, smokin' on that green leaf
With a Mack 10 like was born on Queens

Murder MC's like I was in Queensbridge
That's how I you pa niggaz 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 world locked

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 of Compton
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell niggaz

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