Luyện nghe bài hát G-Joint

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

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

Listen cocksucker and clown, I'll be 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 be fuckin' around

And I'm for yo waist, hopin' you duck
So I can bust you in the when I'm buckin' tha pound
And I you that I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate
Heard you gettin' money, I'll rob you now

And you gon' get in the head, true story
do they thing 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 carryin' birds on the public
Niggaz in the hood that go out Rambo
They hot since 138th had [unverified]

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

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

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

Pass that blunt,

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

All y'all get ate like clams
This is a blood sport bitch, you could me J Van Dam
All so called 'Guerrillas' be tellin'
I'ma rag on these Thoughts of a Predicate Felon,

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

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