Luyện nghe bài hát G's Iz G's

(who we )
We got catash and
What the fuck is yo'

We got catash and
'bout to fuck up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; you got in yo' cup?

[verse
Yeah, yeah, make me tweak on beats
Tash be kickin' so much ass I cleats on concrete
So get the
My rap style'll hit ya 'til ya move
ain't the kind of shit that help stella get her groove back
It's on co'
Raps keeps me flossin'
While yo' album on the shelf dusty at the slausson

Pop that
that knot
It's thin line between love and
thin line between compton 'n' watts
What you
Yo' is nerds
Yo, kurupt, tell these niggas what the you heard!

(check it out)
I heard it saggin' in
to spit the leaves
Split bananas
Poetical
Make the go banana'
Furious, luxurious, an'
Bitches and

Impenetrability
a verse
And since nuttin' but trouble jerks (back in the day)
clashin'
is
Throwin' towels in like
All I to know is where the ass is
If you got yo' pistol let it an' whistle
I'm agile; you
and crystal
I'm priceless--the
Yeah, that's
Nice enough to bring the snub and bust on

We got and kurupt
to fuck it up
I'm nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup?

Hennessey,
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah

You know I got the

I got the weed

We got and kurupt
to fuck it up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo'

O.e., homey,
Oh, yeah,

You I got the hennessey

I got the weed, nigga

'cause is bustas, an' g's iz g's
But ain't nobody fuckin' wit' mcs like these

two--tash]
Somebody buck this keys; this lil' punk must be drunk
I let that nigga hit my weed, he walked away my blunt
And that's a no-no,
So one way to settle this:
You gots to box a round wit' the ghetto-est medalist
Tash got a rambunction in the function
Yo, this shit ain't even
It's kinda we punchin' munchkins
So let nigga slide
He too wide-eyed to it
Tash'll slap his ass so hard, I'll his afro lopsided
You got it?

Tell your 'n' the hood
My style's a work of like I carved it from wood
I'm often misunderstood, my style is freaky-deaky
I could say simple shit and lose your stupid ass completely
So meet me on the block when you come to the
Bangin' styles that'll you up quicker than zest
Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' shit ain't (nighty-night)
Yo, catash, tell these who they got tonight!

Rum 'n' coke...
Gin 'n' juice...

Olde 800
Yeah, that's my
Drink it in a 40 ounce or a can
if gangstas come, I'll mash
Quickly be on ritzy, he down to blast
If you got it, I'm 'a get it
Ya heard me,
I'm o.g.
I and dip slowly, homey
I approach
This bustah-ass fi'n' to blaze this roach
out my pistol and put it to his chin
It's cocked, so, I'm like "fuck it, then"
a bitch, and that's all you'll be
An' I give a fuck to let a nigga hear it from me
You got calibers, I got cali-co.
You got teflon, I got
I come around the side
I'm it up
Pimpin' pounds o' hash
Wit' dis bad mama wit' a gang o' ass

Yeah,
young gotti
(dpg)
Tash, crackin?

You know...
Same shit different
Put it down, my nigga the west coast
Kurupt: dogg pound
But up, man
While we in this muthafuckah, let me give a shout-out to my nigga
Tee
The likwit crew (only bad bitches allowed)
Oh,
bad bitches?
It's a gangsta

gathering, muthafuckah...punk

Alkaholiks, dpg