Luyện nghe bài hát G-Code

I terrified from nuthin', I'm young, wild, crazy and disgustin'
Better watch me 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 50 for this dummy
I'm runnin', and duckin', stuntin', ridin' and thuggin'
Dumpin' fire and bustin', lovin', and lustin'
Stealin', killin' and rapin', runnin', and chasin'
Strugglin', to make, get it, got it, I take it

Watch ya Chevy mister move ya miss
'Cuz I tote heavy pistols and man, they quick
too late to hesitate, I was told there'd be better days
But that was yesterday and still I haven't ate
But dog that's how ya labor ya bein' a thug
These niggas seem to feel me till they seein' they blood
Can't hide it though, I represent the 17th Carroll ton grove
my G-Code

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

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

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

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

We up lookin' at trees and brick walls
Foreign and pack some menthols
Got us a fire and went off
Got jammed with this broad that rent
Wasn't tryin' to the game, just be in it
Didn't give a fuck if we for 3 minutes
Snatch all the hoes and and ree' tennis
Niggas can't the shit that we been in

Jack to get some cheap linen
The that refuse 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
couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin'
Ya either be 'bout it or look and keep
Police causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and by it

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

Make the catch a cut
Soldier nigga what
Hit the and open up
We die by that

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

We learned how to keep our mouth and watch
Them other motherfuckers fall off the
all around the clock
We hustlin' of course in the gamblin'
We had a chance to stop, we wasn't ready
Shit kept comin' so we made fetti
Police drew causes and to cross lines
We stuck to the we lived and died by it

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

Make the snitches a cut
Soldier nigga 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 gon' live by

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