Luyện nghe bài hát G-Joint

Yo, I the fuck out
I don't know 'bout everyone

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

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

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

And you gon' get popped in the head, story
Crips do they in blue gloves, pop off some Red
Me, I'm on the only stopping for bread
Double R and D-Block nigga, copper and

Stay in the

I know 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]

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

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

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

Pass that blunt,

I'm in the hood where the get knocked off
Gang members they family members with both of they legs chopped off
Niggaz ain't scrappin, they ya
The judge don't need a tree branch when they ya

All y'all fags'll get ate like
This is a blood sport bitch, you could me J Van Dam
All so called 'Guerrillas' be tellin'
rag on these Thoughts of a Predicate Felon, motherfucker

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

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