Luyện nghe bài hát Str-8 Gone

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Woo

Dedicated to the up
Straight West nigga, ain't no pity
Put in niggas, real pretty
Real shitty like a Frank Nitty
I give drugs to the thugs
down the game by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt like me
recognise the great King Tee, twenty grand a ki
Ah, that's that G shit, no doubt about
lyrics is how I rape the rap
And get niggas off my back
and oh, GOD, ya don't scrap, cos (*gun shot*) FUCK THAT!
I'm precise when I shoot
straight out the of my Lexus coupe
Ya wanna Tha Alkaholik group
but, naw, that nigga must've hit the loot
Cos he's actin loonie
and I don't give a cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie
The wanna do me
So if you've got'cha cheque give it to me

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum
And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your
That nigga on the mic str-8

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

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

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

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

And I'm