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 shit and you it
Never stops, there's no
(It stop, niggaz)

Ridin' low, smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them

I'll let the whole world know that I can't be
Even without Doc, I'm 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 these rap niggaz, I ain't gotta clap niggaz
End your career with one line, like that,
Hit the front and back, make 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 nigga Daz
He got a thick bad bitch from Long Beach
She a known freak and she got a long

She gon' touch it, it, fuck it
Never back down, especially when Al in the background
Now bitch, hit the weed and that ass 'round
It's time to bring back 'Chronic' and the
West Coast niggaz holdin' shit down

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

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

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

With no Dre, sell the motherfucker 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 take you back to the
Switch the Impala from gold to chrome
Every time bitch hear my voice, she masturbatin'
I run through like Walter Payton on the daily
I got your main bitch my babies

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

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

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

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

And I just fuck her too
If I catch her slidin' or ridin'
Through the of Compton
Rollin' down Green Leaf, on that green leaf
With a 10 like was born on Queens Street

Murder like I was born in Queensbridge
That's how I show you pa niggaz a king is
And you don't wanna play on a time clock
I'm in the Hall of Fame, 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)

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

Everybody wanna know what the 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 house
And all my shit was