Luyện nghe bài hát G Boy Stance

Yeah man, I get old and shit
my grandkids and shit
I gonna tell 'em, yo' I was down with
Yo guess

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

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

Let's get it goin', there you go, Billy
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 money on

But time's up, fucked up
Nigga get gone, we don't cruise on 'em when we on 'em
it rugged, never smooth on 'em
Drop on 'em, grip tools on 'em
And braise everyone of 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 and catch a raw deal
Since money make your go 'round, that's true
And money you do the dumb shit that you do

Who two? The fuck is wrong wit'chu?
How you switch your character
And your back on your crew?

Weak niggaz will
Whack will fail
Live prevail
Yes, yes,

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a G boy, in my G boy stance
get it fucked up, I'm a grown ass man
Same game, nuttin' changed, we 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 the shit outta ya', clap the shit outta ya'
Here's to you my nigga we of ya'

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

Y'all can't control that, you is so whack
Your rugged rap like a floozy nigga
You niggaz to know that me and the homey run rap
You where the show at, come shoot me nigga

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

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

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 that can relate, Mo. P ya'

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