Luyện nghe bài hát Str-8 Gone

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Woo

Dedicated to the up
West Coast nigga, ain't no pity
Put holes in niggas, real
shitty like a black Frank Nitty
I give to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by nigga Ice-T
No doubt players me
the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki
Ah, that's that G shit, no doubt that
lyrics is how I rape the rap
And get your off my back
and oh, GOD, ya don't wanna scrap, cos (*gun shot*) THAT!
I'm very precise I shoot
straight out the roof of my coupe
Ya wanna Tha Alkaholik group
but, naw, that nigga 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 wanna do me
So if you've got'cha county cheque 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
nigga on the mic str-8 gone

Huh, so I guess I earned the 'OG'
Been down for ten years, my fifth Lp
I'ma this one to Easy E
A motherfuckin G, RIP
Now all these fools 'bout they some killers
car stealers, big time dealers
ass niggas keep it real, don't lie
You ain't killin shit and they 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 thru ya hood like a ass G
Rip any fool that hisself an MC
It's only one way, let's gun play
I make it play, nigga, fuck 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
fuckin with nothin but them 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 the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, on chrome
That nigga on the mic gone

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

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

And I'm