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' nuttin' but the best; you got in yo' cup?

[verse
Yeah, yeah, that make me on beats
Tash be so much ass I rock 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 gettin' dusty at the slausson

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

(check it out)
I it saggin' in bandanas
to spit the leaves
Split bananas
Poetical
the crowd go banana'
Furious, luxurious, an'
and cameras

Impenetrability
a verse
And since nuttin' but incense jerks (back in the day)
Silently
is
Throwin' towels in like
All I want to know is the ass is
If you got yo' let it sizzle an' whistle
I'm agile; you
Glass and
I'm nicest
Yeah, right
enough to bring the snub and bust on sight

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

Hennessey,
Yeah, yeah, oh, indeed

You I got the malibu

I got the weed

We got catash and
'bout to it up
I'm nuttin' 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 nobody fuckin' 'round mcs like these

[verse
Somebody buck this nigga' keys; this lil' punk must be
I let that nigga hit my weed, he walked away my blunt
And a no-no, loco
So it's one way to settle
You gots to box a round wit' the ghetto-est medalist
Tash got a rough rambunction in the
Yo, this shit even fear
kinda like we punchin' munchkins
So let that nigga
He too wide-eyed to it
Tash'll slap his ass so hard, I'll his afro lopsided
You got it?

Tell your boyz 'n' the
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 simple shit and lose your stupid ass completely
So meet me on the block you come to the west
Bangin' styles that'll wash you up quicker zest
Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' shit ain't (nighty-night)
Yo, catash, tell 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, he down to blast
If you got it, I'm 'a get it
Ya heard me,
I'm o.g.
I swerve and dip slowly,
I approach
This bustah-ass nigga fi'n' to blaze 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 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 around the side
I'm it up
Pimpin' pounds o' hash
Wit' dis bad lil' mama a gang o' ass

Yeah,
Kurupt gotti
(dpg)
Tash, crackin?

You know...
Same shit toilet
Put it down, my nigga from the west
Kurupt: dogg gangsta
But up, man
While we in this muthafuckah, let me give a shout-out to my king
Tee
The whole crew (only bad bitches allowed)
Oh,
Only bad
a gangsta party

gathering, muthafuckah...punk

Alkaholiks, dpg