Luyện nghe bài hát G-Joint

Yo, I rock the out
I know 'bout everyone else

Whatever we don't make, we take, motherfucker
Get this and fix your face
I ain't gotta millions, I'm in the buildings
With poppy through with them bricks by eight

Listen and clown, I'll be leaving you cut
You're like a dutch hound, bustin' ya
Niggaz in a circle wit your hoe in the back
Be the only way I'll be fuckin' around

And I'm aiming for yo waist, you duck
So I can bust you in the head when I'm tha pound
And I you that I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate
Heard you gettin' money, rob you right now

And you get popped in the head, true story
do they thing in blue gloves, pop off some Red
Me, I'm on the move only for bread
Double R and nigga, copper and lead

Stay in the

I don't why the fuck you amped, yo
Got hoodrat bitches carryin' birds on the transpo
Niggaz in the hood that go out Rambo
They hot 138th had that [unverified]

Buck, dumb fuck
Two Gunz up, or die 'til the sun's up
Gangsta and a gentleman,
I got class, I'ma a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue

I'll be down south bendin' a whore, I'm on
Thirty on eighty-five Jay Barnes, Sean Paul
wit New York rappers, I'm killin' 'em all
On my Rick shit, y'all could lick the balls

I been cool 'coz niggaz is
Fuck that, might as well call me pool 'coz I'm gettin'
And Lamborghini liftin' the stash
Even gettin' the mass while some haze be mixed wit the

Pass blunt, nigga

I'm in the hood where the eggs get off
Gang members find they members with both of they legs chopped off
ain't scrappin, they bangin' ya
The judge need a tree branch when they hangin' ya

All fags'll get ate like clams
This is a sport bitch, you could call me J Van Dam
All these so called 'Guerrillas' be
I'ma rag on these Thoughts of a Predicate Felon,

Homie, you want, the blade or the slug?
I'm the one that send the order when sprayed up the club
Bitch nigga, bow your head in the of G's
Load the lead up and squeeze, I'm a Dane, niggaz is fleas

Fuckin' rats can't to call cops
'Til I make 'em sick and put pellets in they mouth like drops
J-Hood bitch, my rang in the ghetto
'Coz I'm O.G. and I play the streetz a cello