Luyện nghe bài hát G's Iz G's

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

We got and kurupt
'bout to fuck up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the what you got in yo' cup?

[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 'til ya back
This ain't the kind of shit 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
that knot
It's thin line between and hate
It's line between compton 'n' watts
What you
Yo' is nerds
Yo, kurupt, tell these niggas what the you heard!

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

Impenetrability
Burst a
And since but trouble incense jerks (back in the day)
clashin'
is
Throwin' towels in like
All I want to is where the ass is
If you got yo' pistol let it an' whistle
I'm agile; you
and crystal
I'm nicest
Yeah, that's
Nice enough to bring the snub and bust on

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

O.e., homey,
Oh, yeah,

You know I got the

I got the orange weed,

'cause is bustas, an' g's iz g's
But ain't nobody fuckin' 'round wit' mcs these

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

Tell your 'n' the hood
My style's a work of art--it's I carved it from wood
I'm often misunderstood, 'cause my style is
I could say some simple shit and lose your ass completely
So meet me on the block when you to the west
Bangin' styles that'll you up quicker than zest
rap styles to rest if yo' shit ain't tight (nighty-night)
Yo, catash, tell these 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 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,
Easily I
bustah-ass nigga fi'n' to blaze this 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 to let a nigga hear it from me
You got calibers, I got cali-co.
You got teflon, I got
I come around from the
I'm it up
Pimpin' wit' o' hash
Wit' dis bad mama wit' a gang o' ass

Yeah,
young gotti
(dpg)
Tash, crackin?

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

gathering, muthafuckah...punk

Alkaholiks, dpg