Luyện nghe bài hát G-Code

I ain't terrified from nuthin', I'm young, wild, and disgustin'
watch me 'cuz I'm coming with a oven by my stomach
I'm scramblin' for the money, tape ya up like a
Call ya people and tell 'em I need 50 for dummy
I'm runnin', and duckin', stuntin', ridin' and thuggin'
fire and bustin', lovin', lyin' and lustin'
Stealin', killin' and rapin', runnin', and chasin'
Strugglin', to make, get it, got it, I take it

ya Chevy mister move ya purse miss
'Cuz I heavy pistols and man, they burst quick
It's too late to hesitate, I was told be better days
But shit that was yesterday and I haven't ate
But dog how ya labor when ya bein' a thug
These niggas don't seem to feel me till seein' they blood
Can't it though, I represent the 17th Carroll ton Holly grove
That's my

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya in ya gloves
drops on dubs
We gon' live by

the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga
Hit the and open up
We die by that

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya in ya gloves
Ride on dubs
We gon' live by

the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol what
Hit the and open up
We gon' die by

We raised up lookin' at trees and walls
properties and pack some menthols
Got us a connect and went off
Got jammed with this broad that rent
Wasn't to change the game, just be in it
Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3
Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree'
Niggas survive the shit that we been in

Jack to get some cheap linen
The ones that we put 'em to sleep in it
Got up in the mornin' for class and hookie
Some of us is veteran some of 'em rookie
Bitch couldn't talk to us if she fuckin'
Ya either be 'bout it or and keep truckin'
Police drew causes and tried to cross
We stuck to the we lived and died by it

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya
drops on dubs
We gon' by that

the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol what
Hit the and open up
We die by that

If war ever came we held the down
Back, slowed up, we switched and sold
Stayed on point to make some more
Get our stash away from fiends
had a habit, he supplied his own
Always stay hot 'cuz we ride with
We kept a work for the ki's and bones
Crowds draw heat so we alone

We how to keep our mouth closed and watch
Them motherfuckers fall off the block
24/7 all the clock
We of course in the gamblin' spot
We had a chance to stop, we wasn't ready
Shit comin' so we made more fetti
Police drew and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we and died by it

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya in ya gloves
Ride on dubs
We gon' by that

Make the catch a cut
Soldier pistol what
Hit the block and up
We die by that

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya in ya gloves
Ride drops on
We live by that

the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga
Hit the and open up
We gon' die by