Luyện nghe bài hát Da Shit

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 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
without Doc, I'm still from the streets of Compton
Yeah nigga, I said it and I'ma on top
Like a hoodrat with ass cop

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

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

She touch it, suck it, fuck it
Never back down, especially 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 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, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise of Compton
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 streets of
I got more bitches, more plaques, more beef and more
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 roll 'em out
One man show, sell a motherfucker out

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

I you niggaz waitin', had to take you back to the basics
Switch the Impala from to chrome Dayton's
Every time your bitch hear my voice, she
I run through like Walter 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 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 Chevrolet and them niggaz

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

Hydraulics make the go 'round
Your girl go down, chronic make your 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 catch her slidin' or
Through the of Compton
Rollin' down Green Leaf, on that green leaf
With a 10 like was born on Queens Street

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

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)

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

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