Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Like a G. O.

Department chrone speaking.
Yo "d" up?
Just chillin' man up?
Give 'em boys a ring.
'em down.

boys.
Ay.
up "g"?
Yeah man I've got willie "d" on the end.
What's up
What's up what's up fellas?
Y'know.

Say fellas. I've been kicking a few lyrics in the back of my man
And I'm tired of motherfuckers disrespecting us because we're black
And won't sell out. so check out. we need to get together and go to
That other of the game and do it like a g.o.

Say no more, 'causez on the telephone.
We get motherfuckers man.

I'm back like a rebel trouble,
I'm an assassin,
ass on the double,
No motherfucker is gonna stop me,
So fuck you and god-damn posse.

It's to step on some motherfuckin' toes,
dee],
Man fuck hoes.

The east coast ain't our songs,
I to know what the hell's goin' on,
Give me my sucker,
kick your ass,
And the motherfucker,
Everybody new york is where it began,
So let the end.

Black is being disowned,
Not by the race--but it's own,
A lot of bullshit records hits,
the radio is all about politics,
is my identity,
you be,
[don't don't fuck with me!],
My go,
The struck me with a low blow,
Now I'm it like a g.o.

Everybody's coming guns,
Niggaz pimped by columbians,
put 'em on the streets like a bitch,
slangin',
But the rican gettin' rich,
I never the mess,
But if I did,
It be,
For my self,
Can you to the wholesale bust,
Bushwick tell motherfuckers what's up.

When will you stupid learn,
In this one way or another you get burned.
You end up bars,
Or lying on your back in a morgue,
And your gal'l another nigger,
'cause the [unknown word] ain't nothin' but a gold digger,
I'll fuck her but my is a "no-no!",
],
I'm a hoe so I do it a g.o.

up politics,
Those tie bitches,
Can my dick,
They try to ban my of teaching,
But of speech,
Allow me to speaking to the people,
About like racism,
It's deep the heart of the school system,
Whites get funds from the state,
And this is why minorities so late,
of us make it to college,
And take a test to the degree,
With knowledge,
Most of us pass the bitch,
And those whiten ass motherfuckers this,
I'm not x or farrakhan,
After one,
I guess I'll have to a gun,
So if you want to fuck with brother,
You be ready motherfucker,
Or you gonna to g.o.

d is not a bigot and he won't be,
I educate minds to reality,
ain't no mutherfuckin back to africa,
Try to pull shit,
We'll a massacre,
Our sisters were at will,
Bought and sold like a automobile,
We a back to exist,
Now killing one another,
Ain't a bitch.

Ready red at ya,
Holding my like a motherfuckin' statue,
You nothin' from me so stop trippin',
Unless you want to take a ass whippin',
Bitch,
the kkk,
Wearing and shit,
What the is they gay,
A color blind society never be,
we agree,
[harmony],
To do it a g.o.

Rap-a-lot.

Hey j this is the president of records. we see you still
Survivin' but we to ask you to keep your boys quiet. if you don't we
Will. or here's another alternative. we take 95% of company and you
Take five and make you famous within ten years. it would take you a
Lifetime by yourself you know your people don't stick together. what
You say that boy?

Man you.

I would advise you not to talk to me that boy! just who the hell you
you are anyway?

I'm a motherfuckin g. I ain't to be fucked with.
If you to go to war. I take you to war.