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 Chevrolet and tell niggaz

let the whole world know that I can't be stopped
Even Doc, I'm still 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 like these rap niggaz, I ain't gotta niggaz
End your career with one line, that, nigga
Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce, let it
Killaforn I A is I'm from

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

She gon' it, suck it, fuck it
Never back down, especially when Al in the background
Now bitch, hit the weed and turn that ass
It's time to back 'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle'
West Coast niggaz still shit down

I'm a G, you see me
That must be why 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
Roll out the '64,
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and them niggaz

I'm on the cover 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 'til friends turned enemies
Streets me laced like blunts dipped in Hennessey
You niggaz act like The Game roll 'em out
One man show, sell a motherfucker out

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

I kept you niggaz waitin', had to take you back to the
Switch the Impala from gold to Dayton's
Every time your bitch hear my voice, she
I run hoes like Walter Payton on the daily
I got your main bitch swallowin' my

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

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

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

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

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

Murder MC's I was born in Queensbridge
That's how I show you pa niggaz what a is
And you don't wanna play chess on a time
I'm in the of Fame, next to Snoop, behind Pac
I got the motherfuckin' world locked

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, no stoppin'
(It stop, niggaz)

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

Everybody wanna what the fuck is goin' on
Am I signed to Aftermath,
What's up with I'ma just say it like this
One day I in the motherfuckin' house
And all my was gone