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, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

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

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

Run up on 'em these rap niggaz, I ain't gotta clap niggaz
End your with one line, like that, nigga
Hit the switch front and back, it bounce, let it jump
Killaforn I A is I'm from

Three-wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I out
Holdin' weight at my Daz house
He always got a thick bad from Long Beach
She a known freak and she got a long

She gon' touch it, suck it, it
Never back down, when Al Green in the background
Now bitch, hit the weed and turn that ass
time to bring back 'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle'
West Coast niggaz still holdin' down

I'm a G, you see me
must be why you're talkin'
(Shut mouth, bitch)
I'm da and you know it
stops, there's no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

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

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

I was the Aftermath 'til friends turned enemies
kept me laced like blunts dipped in Hennessey
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 niggaz, Blood niggaz, ese's, Asians
Red and blue laces, tattoos on

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

I'm a G, you see me
That must be why 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 streets of
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 and tell them niggaz

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

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

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

MC's like I was born in Queensbridge
That's how I show you pa niggaz a king is
And you don't wanna play chess on a time
I'm in the Hall of Fame, to Snoop, behind 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
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 tell them

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