Luyện nghe bài hát G-Joint

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

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

cocksucker and clown, I'll be leaving you cut
You're like a dutch hound, bustin' ya
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 head when I'm buckin' tha
And I you that I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate
Heard you money, I'll rob you right now

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

Stay in the

I don't know why the you amped, yo
Got hoodrat bitches birds on the public transpo
Niggaz in the hood go out like Rambo
They hot since 138th had that

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

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

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

Pass that blunt,

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

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

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

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