Luyện nghe bài hát G-Joint

Yo, I the fuck out
I don't know everyone 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' with them bricks by eight

cocksucker and clown, I'll be leaving you cut
You're a dutch hound, bustin' ya down
Niggaz driving in a circle wit hoe in the back
Be the only 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 that I'm holiday Styles, celebrate
Heard you gettin' money, I'll rob you now

And you gon' get in the head, true story
Crips do they thing in blue gloves, pop off Red
Me, I'm on the move only for bread
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 that go out like Rambo
They hot since had that [unverified]

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

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

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

Pass that blunt,

I'm in the hood where the get knocked off
Gang members find they family members with both of they chopped off
ain't scrappin, they bangin' ya
The don't 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 these so called be tellin'
I'ma rag on these Thoughts of a Predicate Felon,

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 up and squeeze, I'm a Great Dane, niggaz is fleas

Fuckin' rats can't wait to call
'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