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 and fix your face
I ain't sell millions, I'm in the buildings
With poppy comin' through with bricks by eight

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 damn way I'll be fuckin' around

And I'm aiming for yo waist, hopin' you
So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin' tha
And I told you that I'm holiday Styles, celebrate
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 nigga, copper 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 go out like Rambo
They hot 138th had that [unverified]

Young Buck, dumb
Two Gunz up, ride or die 'til the up
and a gentleman, dawg
I got class, send a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue

I'll be south bendin' a whore, pretendin' I'm on
Thirty on like Jay Barnes, Sean Paul
wit New York rappers, I'm killin' 'em all
On my Slick Rick shit, could lick the balls

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

Pass blunt, nigga

I'm in the hood the eggs get knocked off
Gang members find they members with both of they legs chopped off
Niggaz scrappin, they bangin' ya
The judge need a tree branch when they hangin' ya

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

Homie, what you want, the blade or the
I'm the one send the order when they sprayed up the club
nigga, bow your 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 'em sick and put pellets in they mouth like cough drops
J-Hood bitch, my name rang in the
'Coz I'm O.G. and I play the streetz a cello