Luyện nghe bài hát G Boy Stance

Yeah man, when I get old and
With my and shit
I gonna tell 'em, yo' I was down them
Yo what?

I'm a G boy, in my G boy stance
Don't get it up, I'm a grown ass man
gam,e nuttin' changed, we gon' do it like we used ta'
Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P ya'

Let's tear down the pretty
Build up the nigga for our kind of niggaz
Dem that'll slap the shit outta ya', clap the shit outta ya'
Here's to you my nigga, we of ya'

Let's get it goin', you go, Billy Danze
Fizzy Wo', good to see you bangin'
Thou we ain't leave you hangin'
I don't what you've been saggin' on
You've been braggin' on

But time's up, fucked up
Nigga get gone, we don't on 'em when we move on 'em
it rugged, never smooth on 'em
Drop jewels on 'em, tools on 'em
And everyone of these Y.G.'s
Wannabe Mo. P's, claimin' O.G.'s

If ya'll don't get back, you get yo' ass put on chill
Get a drawer filled and a raw deal
money make your world go 'round, that's true
And money you do the dumb shit that you do

Who want two? The fuck is wrong
How could you your character
And turn your back on your

Weak niggaz fall
Whack niggaz will
Live niggaz
Yes, yes,

I'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy
get it fucked up, I'm a grown ass man
Same game, nuttin' changed, we do it like we used ta'
Fo' my that can relate, Mo. P salute ya'

Let's down the pretty shit
up the nigga shit for our kind of niggaz
Dem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya', the shit outta ya'
to you my nigga we proud of ya'

I spit that old school shit like Lakim
This is not a facade, it's the baby boy of Leon and Mrs. Lynette
My other half, the illest of hip-hop today
It's the baby boy of Big and Mrs. Hattie May

Okay, you fuckin' with the real
Okay, from Capitol Hill motherfucker
Crime town, one seven one eight
Home of the one eight seven bitch, who want my Hancock?

I ain't talkin' no autograph written, fuck a
I'm handin' out auto ass
Y'all niggaz know better than to try ol' bullshit
Def Jam Vendetta

Run on up like got you buff
And get fucked the on up, nigga
It's a boy awakening
M.O.P., Fizzy Yoski Woski, holla at me

I'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy
Don't get it up, I'm a grown ass man
Same game, changed, we gon' do it like we used ta'
Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P ya'

Let's tear down the shit
Build up the nigga shit for our kind of
Dem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya', the shit outta ya'
Here's to you my we proud of ya'

Aiyyo, William and Womack, y'all talk about throwbacks
Me and the homey go back like [Incomprehensible],
Yeah, nigga hold that, you know we promote that
Come for the hood in the hooptie nigga

Y'all control that, you niggaz is so whack
Your rugged rap feels a floozy nigga
You niggaz need to know me and the homey run rap
You where the show at, come shoot me nigga

Salute me nigga, it's me
Big Baby Boogie rookie M.O.P., squeeze
What it's be, I'll stomp, you flinch
The A.K, aiy, Shareetha Lynch, I'm givin' you a

To get it'll take a sense
I'll come the illest part of town when I'm bent
And have no fear, you she O G
You and your can hold these

I'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy
Don't get it fucked up, I'm a ass man
Same game, changed, we gon' do it like we used ta'
Fo' my niggaz can relate, Mo. P salute ya'

Let's down the pretty shit
up the nigga shit for our kind of niggaz
Dem niggaz that'll the shit outta ya', clap the shit outta ya'
Here's to you my nigga we of ya'