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' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo'

[verse
Yeah, yeah, that make me tweak on
Tash be kickin' so much ass I rock on concrete
So get the
My rap style'll hit ya ya move back
ain't the kind of shit that help stella get her groove back
It's on co'
Raps that keeps me
While yo' album on the shelf dusty at the slausson

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

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

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

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

Hennessey,
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah

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 nigga' keys; this lil' punk must be
I let that hit my weed, he walked away wit' my blunt
And that's a no-no,
So it's one way to this:
You gots to box a round wit' the ghetto-est medalist
Tash got a rough in the function
Yo, this ain't 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 leave his lopsided
You got it?

Tell your boyz 'n' the
My style's a of art--it's like I carved it from wood
I'm often misunderstood, 'cause my style is
I say some 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 than
rap styles to rest if yo' shit ain't tight (nighty-night)
Yo, catash, tell these niggas who got tonight!

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

Olde 800
Yeah, my brand
Drink it in a 40 ounce or a can
if gangstas 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 and dip slowly, homey
I approach
This bustah-ass nigga to blaze this roach
out my pistol and put it to his chin
It's cocked, so, I'm like "fuck it, then"
You's a bitch, and all you'll be
An' I don't give a 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' o' hash
Wit' dis bad lil' wit' a gang o' ass

Yeah,
Kurupt young
(dpg)
Tash, crackin?

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

gathering, muthafuckah...punk

Alkaholiks, dpg