Luyện nghe bài hát G Spot

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

Boy it's a loony the grass is greener,
(1-8-7 shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas up,
rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
But a east side thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we to the boogie than we boogie to the bang).
I you the motherf**king .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 remember back on the east
Where all us niggas to love to ride.
We didn't care we did,
Time was nothing to us we were kids.
are different now, but you still get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I just don't a f**k.
So if you're thinking coming and stepping to me,
Keep this in mind: I'm a o.g.

Lets speed the up and pass some time,
17th, 1979.
That's my time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't to confess to this shit.
I learned than 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 to get me, and I flee with (? ).
She a jacket on my back and hands me a comb,
We stop and freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I didn't to do what I done,
She said: "playing football should be only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we the house,
up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I couldn't do but cry like a bitch,
I looked at my and said: "damn, why you snitch? "
put me on punishment but that didn't work,
Now khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And up the neighborhood gang sides,
I do my first and now I gotta do time.

My homie told me one day he had a move,
He said: "come on nate dogg, be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, go and jack them fools",
day we were draped in the county blues.
I went and did a little time in the see (seventeen years),
Saying to myself "i'll f**k with that nigga again".
'fore I'm down I learned to be
What I am now and a motherf**king o.g.
gangsta

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

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

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

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