Luyện nghe bài hát G's Iz G's

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

We got catash and
'bout to shit 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 back
This ain't the kind of that help stella get her groove back
It's on co'
that keeps me flossin'
While yo' on the shelf gettin' dusty at the slausson

Pop glock
that knot
It's line between love and hate
It's thin line compton 'n' watts
you got?
Yo' motherfuckers is
Yo, kurupt, these niggas what the fuck you heard!

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

Impenetrability
a verse
And since nuttin' but trouble incense (back in the day)
Silently
is
Throwin' towels in like
All I want to know is the ass is
If you got yo' let it sizzle an' whistle
I'm you fragile--
and crystal
I'm nicest
Yeah, that's
Nice enough to bring the snub and on sight

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

Hennessey,
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah

You I got the malibu

I got the weed

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

O.e., homey,
Oh, yeah,

You know I got the

I got the weed, nigga

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

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

Tell your boyz 'n' the
My a work of art--it's 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 when you come to the west
Bangin' that'll wash you up quicker than zest
Layin' rap styles to if yo' shit ain't tight (nighty-night)
Yo, catash, tell these niggas who got tonight!

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

Olde 800
Yeah, my brand
Drink it in a 40 ounce or a can
Only if come, I'll mash
be on ritzy, 'cause he down to blast
If you got it, I'm 'a get it
Ya me, homey?
I'm o.g.
I and dip slowly, homey
I approach
This bustah-ass nigga fi'n' to blaze this
Pull out my and put it to his chin
already cocked, so, I'm like "fuck it, then"
You's a bitch, and all you'll be
An' I don't give a to let a nigga hear it from me
You got calibers, I got cali-co.
You got teflon, I got
I around from the side
I'm it up
Pimpin' wit' o' hash
Wit' dis bad lil' mama wit' a o' ass

Yeah,
Kurupt gotti
(dpg)
Tash, crackin?

You know...
Same shit toilet
Put it down, my nigga from the coast
Kurupt: dogg gangsta
But up, man
While we in this muthafuckah, let me give a to my nigga king
Tee
The whole crew (only bad bitches allowed)
Oh,
bad bitches?
It's a party

gathering, muthafuckah...punk

Alkaholiks, dpg