Luyện nghe bài hát G-Joint

Yo, I rock the out
I don't 'bout everyone else

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

cocksucker and clown, I'll be leaving you cut
You're a dutch hound, bustin' ya down
Niggaz in a circle wit your hoe in the back
Be the damn 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 buckin' tha
And I told you I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate
you gettin' money, I'll rob you right now

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

Stay in the

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

Young Buck, dumb
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 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 lick the

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

Pass that blunt,

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

All y'all fags'll get ate clams
This is a blood sport bitch, you could 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 the order when they sprayed up the club
Bitch nigga, bow your head in the of G's
Load the lead up and squeeze, I'm a Great Dane, is fleas

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