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 and you know it
Never stops, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

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

I'll let the world know that I can't be stopped
Even without Doc, I'm still from the streets of
Yeah nigga, I said it and I'ma on top
Like a with bomb ass cop

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

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

She gon' it, suck it, fuck it
Never back down, especially Al Green in the background
Now bitch, hit the weed and that ass 'round
It's to bring back 'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle'
West Coast still holdin' shit down

I'm a G, you see me
That must be why you're
(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 of Compton
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and them niggaz

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

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

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

I kept you niggaz waitin', had to 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 main bitch my babies

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 cruise of Compton
out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and them niggaz

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

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

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

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

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, 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 fuck is on
Am I signed to Aftermath,
What's up Geffen? I'ma just say it like this
One day I walked in the motherfuckin'
And all my was gone