Luyện nghe bài hát G's Iz G's

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

We got catash and
'bout to shit up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the what you got in yo' cup?

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

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

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

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

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

Hennessey,
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah

You know I got the

I got the orange

We got catash and
'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; lil' punk must be drunk
I let that nigga hit my weed, he walked away wit' my
And that's a no-no,
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 even fear
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 leave his 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 some simple shit and lose your ass completely
So meet me on the block when you to the west
styles that'll wash you up quicker than zest
Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' shit ain't (nighty-night)
Yo, catash, these niggas who they got tonight!

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

Olde 800
Yeah, that's my
Drink it in a cold 40 or a can
Only if gangstas come, mash
Quickly be on ritzy, 'cause he to blast
If you got it, I'm 'a get it
Ya me, homey?
I'm o.g.
I swerve and dip slowly,
I approach
This nigga fi'n' to blaze this roach
Pull out my and put it to his chin
It's cocked, so, I'm like "fuck it, then"
You's a bitch, and all you'll 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 from the side
I'm it up
Pimpin' wit' pounds o'
Wit' dis bad lil' mama a gang o' ass

Yeah,
Kurupt gotti
(dpg)
Tash, wha's

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

gathering, muthafuckah...punk

Alkaholiks, dpg