Luyện nghe bài hát G Spot

(daz):
Yeah, what i'ma do right is take my time,
And this one to my niggas resting in peace,
And my niggas the wall.
See you when I get there, you know I'm saying? (really doe)
So with me as I go down memory lane.

Boy it's a where the grass is greener,
(1-8-7 shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of come up, but few niggas done up,
Some rest in peace, with their heavy squeezed.
But it's a east thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we bang to the boogie we boogie to the bang).
I bring you the .38,
(just get the mc and the nate).
So we can slide, slide, slide,
As I take you on a nigga ride (east side).

(daz):
Do you back on the east side?
all us niggas used to love to ride.
We didn't care we did,
was nothing to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I just give a f**k.
So if you're thinking about and stepping to me,
Keep this in I'm a motherf**king o.g.

Lets speed the clock up and pass time,
17th, 1979.
That's my time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to to this shit.
I learned from the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
More than you do 'cause he experienced,
And besides I'm a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
My momma's going to get me, and I flee (? ).
She a jacket on my back and hands me a comb,
We stop and freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I need to do what I done,
She said: "playing should be your only fun son".
I'm "allright" so we enter the house,
Come up to the door and fired to the mouth.
I do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch? "
They put me on punishment but didn't work,
Now khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And up the neighborhood gang sides,
I do my first robbery and now I do time.

My homie me one day he had a jack move,
He said: "come on dogg, it'll be smooth".
I agreed and "come on, let's go and jack them fools",
Next day we draped in the county blues.
I went and did a little time in the see (seventeen years),
Saying to myself "i'll never f**k with that again".
'fore I'm locked I learned to be
What I am now and a motherf**king o.g.
Original

I up in the city as a chap, faced the trials,
smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile.
You'd find me swearing and lying, to be an o.g.,
Beating the out of niggas for guess, some hillfigers.
The man behind the trigger, robberies,
With the homies, no one stop, nobody knew me.
niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
Because we ain't letting the bullshit no more.
Do your wear nigga and kick in front door,
To let you we can't take no more.
revenge, killing enemies, family and friends,
And let you pay the cost for my life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers my hair,
And ask myself: "who the f**k should I really ".
I ran around the best killers,
Thug criminals and dealers.
niggas if they come near us,
(? ) evil spirits, no one could help us if we could.
Knock on for good luck,
Serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now you've struck.
Stood gangsta in a gangsta mack,
A child laying niggas the f**k down.

(daz):
Original (original gangsta),
Coming from long beach (the town by the sea niggas know me).
Coming from the side...

f**king with the pound, oh nigga please,
C-o-b.'s can't see the g's, [o.g.'s... repeat 5 times]
Shout to my nigga mr. d-a-z,
Shout outs to my nigga mr. g,
Shout outs to my nigga o-p,
outs to my niggas c, style and me.

(nate):
Yeah, straight up, based on a story.
You know I'm saying? it's a g thang baby (original gangsta)
You ass bitch!