Luyện nghe bài hát Str-8 Gone

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Woo

Dedicated to the up
Straight West Coast nigga, ain't no
Put in niggas, real pretty
Real shitty like a black Nitty
I drugs to the thugs price-free
down the game by that nigga Ice-T
No players like me
recognise the great King Tee, about twenty a ki
Ah, that G shit, no doubt about that
lyrics 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 I shoot
straight out the roof of my coupe
Ya wanna Tha Alkaholik group
but, naw, that nigga Tela must've hit the
Cos he's real loonie
and I don't give a fuck cause I'm and I'm a G like Spoonie
The hoodrats do me
So if you've got'cha county give it to me

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

Huh, so I guess I earned the 'OG'
down for ten years, it's my fifth Lp
I'ma give one to Easy E
A real G, RIP
Now all these fools talkin 'bout they killers
car stealers, big time drug
Bitch ass niggas 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 I fades em all
And I come thru ya hood a locc ass G
Rip any fool that calls an MC
only one way, let's have gun play
I make it play, nigga, what you got to say
I got a mad crew of murderers,
Puttin soft niggas outta

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

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

Now baby, trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
fuckin 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