Luyện nghe bài hát G's Iz G's

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

We got catash and
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 kickin' so much ass I rock cleats on
So get the
My rap style'll hit ya 'til ya back
This ain't the kind of shit that help stella get her back
on co' uncle
Raps that me flossin'
While yo' album on the shelf dusty at the slausson

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

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

Impenetrability
a verse
And since but trouble incense jerks (back in the day)
clashin'
is
Throwin' towels in passes
All I want to is where the ass is
If you got yo' pistol let it sizzle an'
I'm you fragile--
and crystal
I'm priceless--the
Yeah, right
Nice enough to bring the snub and bust on

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

Hennessey,
Yeah, yeah, oh, indeed

You know I got the

I got the orange

We got catash and
to fuck it up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; 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

[verse
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 gold medalist
Tash got a rough in the function
Yo, this shit ain't fear
It's kinda like we munchkins
So let that nigga
He too wide-eyed to it
Tash'll slap his ass so hard, I'll leave his lopsided
You got it?

Tell boyz 'n' the hood
My style's a work of art--it's I carved it from wood
I'm misunderstood, 'cause my style is freaky-deaky
I could say some simple shit and lose your ass completely
So meet me on the when you come to the west
Bangin' styles wash you up quicker than zest
Layin' rap to rest if yo' shit ain't tight (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
if gangstas come, I'll mash
Quickly be on ritzy, 'cause he down to
If you got it, I'm 'a get it
Ya heard me,
I'm o.g.
I swerve and dip slowly,
Easily I
This bustah-ass nigga fi'n' to this roach
Pull out my and put it to his chin
It's already cocked, so, I'm "fuck it, then"
a bitch, and that's all you'll be
An' I don't give a fuck to let a hear it from 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' wit' a gang o' ass

Yeah,
Kurupt gotti
(dpg)
Tash, crackin?

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

gathering, muthafuckah...punk

Alkaholiks, dpg