Luyện nghe bài hát G's Iz G's

(who we )
We got and kuruption
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, make me tweak on beats
Tash be kickin' so much ass I cleats on concrete
So get the
My rap style'll hit ya ya move back
This ain't the of shit that help stella get her groove back
on co' uncle
Raps keeps me flossin'
While yo' album on the shelf gettin' dusty at the

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

(check it out)
I heard it saggin' in
to spit the leaves
Split like
Poetical
the crowd go banana'
Furious, luxurious, an'
Bitches and

Impenetrability
a verse
And since nuttin' but trouble jerks (back in the day)
clashin'
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 agile; you
Glass and
I'm nicest
Yeah, that's
Nice enough to bring the and bust on sight

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 I got the malibu

I got the orange

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

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 fuckin' 'round wit' mcs like these

two--tash]
Somebody buck this keys; this 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 wit' the ghetto-est gold medalist
Tash got a rough in the function
Yo, shit ain't even fear
It's kinda like we munchkins
So let nigga slide
He too to hide it
Tash'll slap his ass so hard, I'll his afro lopsided
You got it?

Tell boyz 'n' the hood
My a work of art--it's like I carved it from wood
I'm often misunderstood, my style is freaky-deaky
I could say some shit and lose your stupid ass completely
So meet me on the when you come to the west
Bangin' styles that'll wash you up quicker zest
Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' shit tight (nighty-night)
Yo, catash, these niggas who they got tonight!

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

Olde 800
Yeah, my brand
it in a cold 40 ounce or a can
Only if come, I'll mash
Quickly be on ritzy, 'cause he to blast
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
out my pistol and put it to his chin
It's cocked, so, I'm like "fuck it, then"
a bitch, and that's all you'll 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 around from the side
I'm it up
Pimpin' wit' pounds o'
dis bad lil' mama wit' a gang o' ass

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

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

gathering, muthafuckah...punk

Alkaholiks, dpg