Luyện nghe bài hát G's Iz G's

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

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

[verse
Yeah, yeah, that me tweak on beats
Tash be so much ass I rock cleats on concrete
So get the
My rap style'll hit ya 'til ya move
This the kind of shit that help stella get her groove back
on co' uncle
Raps that me flossin'
yo' album on the shelf gettin' dusty at the slausson

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

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

Impenetrability
Burst a
And nuttin' but trouble incense jerks (back in the day)
Silently
is
Throwin' towels in passes
All I want to know is the ass is
If you got yo' pistol let it sizzle an'
I'm you fragile--
Glass and
I'm priceless--the
Yeah, that's
Nice enough to bring the snub and on sight

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

Hennessey,
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah

You know I got the

I got the weed

We got catash and
'bout to it up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the 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 fuckin' 'round wit' mcs like these

two--tash]
Somebody buck this nigga' keys; this lil' punk must be
I let that hit my weed, he walked away wit' my blunt
And a no-no, loco
So it's one way to settle
You gots to box a round wit' the gold medalist
Tash got a rambunction in the function
Yo, shit ain't even fear
It's like 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 boyz 'n' the hood
My style's a work of art--it's like I carved it wood
I'm often misunderstood, 'cause my is freaky-deaky
I could say some simple shit and lose your stupid ass
So meet me on the block when you come to the
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 who they 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 gangstas come, I'll
Quickly be on ritzy, he down 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 bustah-ass 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 that's all 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 from the
I'm it up
wit' pounds o' hash
Wit' dis bad lil' mama a gang o' ass

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

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

gathering, muthafuckah...punk

Alkaholiks, dpg