Luyện nghe bài hát Str-8 Gone

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Woo

Dedicated to the up
Straight West Coast nigga, no pity
Put holes in niggas, pretty
Real shitty like a Frank Nitty
I give drugs to the price-free
Handed down the by that nigga Ice-T
No players like me
recognise the great King Tee, about twenty a ki
Ah, that's that G shit, no about that
lyrics is how I rape the rap
And get your off my back
and oh, GOD, ya don't wanna scrap, cos (*gun shot*) THAT!
I'm very when I shoot
straight out the of my Lexus coupe
Ya wanna blame Tha Alkaholik
but, naw, nigga Tela must've hit the loot
Cos he's actin real
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 cheque give it to me

Now baby, don't trip, it's Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to dome
That nigga on the mic str-8

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

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

My whole crew lives
with the bulletproof vest in the front and back Regal
Smokin that sticky grass
switches, bumpin on cuts from the past
We smoke leaf cos we like G's
Super-soft niggas become
I hit a lick on the for ten ki's
now everything I is on Deez
I'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga
My dope in every nigga's hood
I waste time, I need to get what's mine
Forty shells from behind
Leave you in the blind, paralysed from ya spine
A partner of crime
Ya hear it all the but now ya gotta hear it from the truth
til my Karl Phat's respect due

Now baby, don't trip, King Tee with the gangsta shit
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