Luyện nghe bài hát Str-8 Gone

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Woo

Dedicated to the up
Straight West Coast nigga, no pity
Put in niggas, real pretty
shitty like a black Frank Nitty
I give drugs to the price-free
Handed down the game by nigga Ice-T
No players like me
recognise the great Tee, about twenty grand a ki
Ah, that's that G shit, no about that
Statutory is how I rape the rap
And get your niggas off my
and oh, GOD, ya wanna scrap, cos (*gun shot*) FUCK THAT!
I'm very precise when I
out the roof of my Lexus coupe
Ya wanna blame Tha Alkaholik
but, naw, nigga Tela must've hit the loot
Cos actin real loonie
and I don't give a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G Spoonie
The hoodrats do me
So if got'cha county cheque give it to me

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the shit
Ain't fuckin nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your
That nigga on the mic gone

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

Now baby, don't trip, it's Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but platinum hits
And the two dog groan, all the fuckin chips
That nigga on the mic str-8
Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta
fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin on
nigga on the mic str-8 gone

My crew lives illegal
Strapped with the vest in the front and back Regal
Smokin sticky green grass
switches, bumpin on cuts from the past
We smoke leaf cos we like G's
niggas become enemies
I hit a lick on the East for ten
now I drive is on Deez
I'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real should
My spot in every nigga's hood
I don't waste time, I need to get mine
Forty four shells behind
you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine
A of organised crime
Ya hear it all the time but now ya hear it from the truth
til my Karl Phat's respect due

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta
Ain't with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the
nigga on the mic str-8 gone
(repeat 4X)

And I'm