Luyện nghe bài hát G's Iz G's

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

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

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

Pop that
Clock knot
It's thin line between and hate
It's thin line between compton 'n'
you got?
Yo' is nerds
Yo, kurupt, tell these what the fuck you heard!

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

Impenetrability
a verse
And since nuttin' but trouble jerks (back in the day)
Silently
is
Throwin' in like passes
All I want to know is the ass is
If you got yo' pistol let it an' whistle
I'm agile; you
and crystal
I'm nicest
Yeah, right
enough to bring the snub and bust on sight

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

Hennessey,
Yeah, yeah, oh, indeed

You I got the malibu

I got the orange

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

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' 'round mcs like these

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

Tell your boyz 'n' the
My style's a work of art--it's like I carved it from
I'm misunderstood, 'cause my style is freaky-deaky
I say some simple shit and lose your stupid ass completely
So meet me on the block you come to the west
Bangin' styles that'll 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, that's my
it in a cold 40 ounce or a can
Only if 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 nigga to blaze this roach
out my pistol and put it to his chin
It's cocked, so, I'm like "fuck it, then"
You's a bitch, and that's all be
An' I don't give a fuck to let a nigga hear it me
You got calibers, I got cali-co.
You got teflon, I got
I come around from the
I'm it up
wit' pounds o' hash
Wit' dis bad lil' mama wit' a o' ass

Yeah,
Kurupt young
(dpg)
Tash, crackin?

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

gathering, muthafuckah...punk

Alkaholiks, dpg