Luyện nghe bài hát G-Joint

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

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

Listen cocksucker and clown, I'll be you cut
like a dutch hound, bustin' ya down
Niggaz driving in a circle wit your hoe in the
Be the only damn way I'll be fuckin'

And I'm for yo waist, hopin' you duck
So I can bust you in the when I'm buckin' 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 thing in gloves, pop off some Red
Me, I'm on the move only for bread
Double R and D-Block nigga, and lead

Stay in the

I know why the fuck you amped, yo
Got hoodrat bitches birds on the public transpo
Niggaz in the hood that go out like
hot since 138th had that [unverified]

Young Buck, fuck
Two Gunz up, ride or die 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 down bendin' a whore, pretendin' I'm on
on eighty-five like Jay Barnes, Sean Paul
Beef wit New rappers, I'm killin' 'em all
On my Slick Rick shit, y'all could lick the

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

Pass that blunt,

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

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

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

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