Luyện nghe bài hát Str-8 Gone

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Woo

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

Now baby, don't trip, King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum
And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your
That nigga on the mic gone

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

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

My whole crew lives
Strapped the bulletproof vest in the front and back Regal
Smokin that sticky green
Hittin switches, bumpin on cuts from the
We smoke leaf cos we like G's
Super-soft niggas become
I hit a on the East for ten ki's
now I drive is on Deez
make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga should
My dope in every nigga's hood
I don't waste time, I to get what's mine
Forty four from behind
Leave you in the blind, paralysed from ya spine
A of organised crime
Ya it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truth
til my Karl Phat's respect due

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

And I'm