Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Like a G. O.

Department master speaking.
Yo "d" up?
chillin' man what's 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 man? 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 level of the and do it like a g.o.

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

I'm back like a making trouble,
I'm an assassin,
ass on the double,
No alive is gonna stop me,
So fuck you and your posse.

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

The east coast playin' our songs,
I want to know the hell's goin' on,
Give me my sucker,
kick your ass,
And the motherfucker,
know new york is where it began,
So let the end.

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

Everybody's with guns,
gettin' pimped by columbians,
They put 'em on the like a bitch,
slangin',
But the rican gettin' rich,
I sold the mess,
But if I did,
It be,
For my self,
Can you adjust to the bust,
Bushwick tell these what's up.

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

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

Willie d is not a bigot and he be,
I just minds to reality,
This ain't no mutherfuckin to africa,
Try to pull shit,
have a massacre,
Our sisters were at will,
and sold like a used automobile,
We forced a to exist,
Now we're one another,
Ain't a bitch.

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

Rap-a-lot.

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

Man you.

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

I'm a livin' motherfuckin g. I to be fucked with.
If you want to go to war. I you to war.