Luyện nghe bài hát G Boy Stance

Yeah man, I get old and shit
With my grandkids and
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
Same gam,e nuttin' changed, we do it like we used ta'
Fo' my niggaz can relate, Mo. P salute ya'

Let's tear the pretty shit
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', you go, Billy Danze
Fizzy Wo', to see you still bangin'
we ain't gon' leave you hangin'
I don't what you've been saggin' on
You've been braggin' on

But up, that's fucked up
Nigga get gone, we don't cruise on 'em we move on 'em
Keep it rugged, never on 'em
Drop on 'em, grip tools on 'em
And braise of these Y.G.'s
Wannabe Mo. P's, claimin' O.G.'s

If don't get back, you gon' get yo' ass put on chill
Get a filled and catch a raw deal
Since money make your go 'round, that's true
And money make you do the dumb that you do

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

Weak will fall
Whack niggaz 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 that can relate, Mo. P salute ya'

Let's down the pretty shit
Build up the nigga shit for our 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, the baby boy of Leon and Mrs. Lynette Barnard
My half, the illest voice of hip-hop today
the baby boy of Big Frank and Mrs. Hattie May

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

I talkin' no autograph written, fuck a autograph
I'm out auto ass whuppin'
Y'all niggaz better than to try that ol' bullshit
From Def Jam

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

I'm a G boy, in my G boy stance
Don't get it fucked up, I'm a ass man
Same game, nuttin' changed, we 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 slap the shit outta ya', clap the shit ya'
Here's to you my we proud of ya'

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

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

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

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

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 gon' do it like we ta'
Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P ya'

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