Luyện nghe bài hát G-Code

I ain't terrified from nuthin', I'm young, wild, crazy and
Better watch me 'cuz I'm 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', hidin' and duckin', stuntin', ridin' and
Dumpin' and bustin', lovin', lyin' and lustin'
Stealin', and rapin', runnin', climbin' and chasin'
Strugglin', to make, get it, got it, I take it

Watch ya Chevy mister move ya purse
'Cuz I tote heavy pistols and man, they quick
It's too 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 when ya a thug
niggas don't seem to feel me till they 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
Ride drops on
We gon' by that

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

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

Make the catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga
Hit the block and up
We gon' die by

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

niggas to get some cheap linen
The ones refuse we put 'em to sleep in it
Got up in the mornin' for and play 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 drew and tried to cross lines
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

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

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

We learned how to keep our closed and watch
Them other motherfuckers fall off the
24/7 all around the
We hustlin' of in the gamblin' spot
We had a chance to stop, we wasn't ready
Shit comin' so we made more fetti
Police drew causes and 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

the snitches catch a cut
Soldier nigga what
Hit the block and up
We die by that

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya
Ride on dubs
We live by that

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