Luyện nghe bài hát G's Iz G's

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

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

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

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

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

Impenetrability
Burst a
And since nuttin' but trouble jerks (back in the day)
Silently
is
Throwin' in like passes
All I want to is where the ass is
If you got yo' pistol let it an' whistle
I'm you fragile--
and crystal
I'm priceless--the
Yeah, that's
Nice enough to the snub and bust on sight

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

Hennessey,
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah

You I got the malibu

I got the orange

We got catash and
to fuck 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 orange weed,

'cause is bustas, an' g's iz g's
But ain't fuckin' 'round wit' mcs like these

[verse
buck this nigga' keys; this lil' punk must be drunk
I let that nigga hit my weed, he walked wit' my blunt
And a no-no, loco
So it's one way to settle
You gots to box a round the ghetto-est gold medalist
Tash got a rough rambunction in the
Yo, shit ain't even fear
kinda like we punchin' munchkins
So let nigga slide
He too to hide it
Tash'll his ass so hard, I'll leave his afro lopsided
You got it?

Tell your boyz 'n' the
My style's a work of art--it's like I carved it wood
I'm often misunderstood, 'cause my style is
I could say some simple shit and your stupid ass completely
So meet me on the block when you to the west
Bangin' styles that'll wash you up than zest
Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' ain't tight (nighty-night)
Yo, catash, these niggas who they got tonight!

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

Olde 800
Yeah, my brand
Drink it in a cold 40 or a can
Only if gangstas come, 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 and dip slowly, homey
Easily I
This bustah-ass nigga fi'n' to this roach
Pull out my pistol and put it to his
already cocked, so, I'm like "fuck it, then"
You's a bitch, and that's all be
An' I don't 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 the side
I'm it up
wit' pounds o' hash
Wit' dis bad mama wit' a gang o' ass

Yeah,
Kurupt gotti
(dpg)
Tash, crackin?

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

gathering, muthafuckah...punk

Alkaholiks, dpg