Luyện nghe bài hát G Building

I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch, who
Me bitch, who The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
I'm known for regulatin' this game, a critic
'Cuz when I'm spittin' I'maI'm a split your shit, I aim
Yo, you try to get a name but ain't a thang

I'm still my thang, go head, bells they still ring
Now who the lame that wan' tango Lil Fame
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like lane
How you like me now? That Moe P, shit, nigga, put it down
Yo, I need a gat, shit too loud when that bitch start to holla

Nigga, do child, made the church on your block wanna move out
I bump off and I off, and a nigga cool out, why?
'Cuz when we in the place with the in our waist
We don't say put your hands up, niggas, up
You gotta get it, 'cuz you now listen, dump off body

'Til your whole family die the street mayor, ghetto street playa
Hit your hooker with heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare
Fuck the fame, I agree fuck the fame but I got four for ya
Don't fuck Fame 'cuz I'm a machine gun, Kelley, clappa dude
Write my name across belly, yap a dude ain't no escapin'

These I'm raised in, it's so amazin', we still blazin'
Ain't no savin' yo' ass from hell raisin', be strippin'
Your off the pavement wit yo' wig split in half
And your chest in, so walk on the green, I'm a cut yo' ass down
If you walk in between, so listen up and me boy
I'm the American, slash, boy

First Fam, violators try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can't get wit us, hoes grillin' 'cuz we too
Too real, too raw, too rough, first Fam, ridiculous try to move
But them fools can't get wit us 'cuz we holdin', blastin',
Blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin',

I done figured it out, what's that? They don't us to shine, true
You lost your if you thought I tossed my iron, I still got it
For when I'm facin' situations this, you dissin', I'm hittin'
Listen, is it me or the to understand, I'm a whole different
Breed of man, Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx and I'm servin'

And single shots on the rocks, nigga, what? Who gon' me?
I'm a back nigga and can't nobody change me
You can look at me strangely yappin' at your dogs
If I go up in mouth, don't blame me, first family trainee
Take what's mine, '99 is my to shine, that's that

Take it easy, fuck that, I'm ready yo I refuse to dilute
For you fools on this radio, fizzy wo', suckas never us
They can't us, they hate us, they anus
In fact you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place

They know, I'm slayed up the right side left five in one fist
Shut up, up, now you wanna show love
You hear the soft music in the background your brain on slugs
Now, it's a job but somebody gotta do it
So I up, stepped up, got to it fire

First Fam, ridiculous violators try to get with us, we quick to
Them false dudes can't get wit us, hoes grillin' we too tough
Too real, too raw, too rough, Fam, ridiculous fools try to move
But fools can't get wit us 'cuz we holdin', blastin', lowlin'
Blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin',