Luyện nghe bài hát G-Joint

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

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

Listen and clown, I'll be leaving you cut
You're like a dutch hound, ya down
driving in a circle wit your hoe in the back
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 told you that I'm holiday Styles, celebrate
Heard you gettin' money, I'll rob you now

And you get popped in the head, true story
do they thing in blue 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 don't know why the you amped, yo
Got hoodrat bitches carryin' birds on the public
Niggaz in the hood go out like Rambo
They hot since 138th had that

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 like Jay Barnes, Sean
Beef wit New rappers, I'm killin' 'em all
On my Slick shit, y'all could lick the balls

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

Pass blunt, nigga

I'm in the hood where the 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 need a tree 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'
I'ma rag on Thoughts of a Predicate Felon, motherfucker

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

Fuckin' rats wait to call cops
'Til I make 'em sick and put pellets in they mouth like drops
J-Hood bitch, my rang in the ghetto
'Coz I'm O.G. and I play the like a cello