Luyện nghe bài hát G's Iz G's

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

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

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

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

(check it out)
I heard it in bandanas
Shit to spit the
Split like
scanners
Make the crowd go
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, right
Nice enough to bring the snub and bust on

We got catash and
to fuck 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 orange

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

O.e., homey,
Oh, yeah,

You I got the hennessey

I got the weed, nigga

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

[verse
Somebody buck nigga' keys; this lil' punk must be drunk
I let nigga hit my weed, he walked away wit' my blunt
And that's a no-no,
So it's one way to settle
You gots to box a round the ghetto-est gold medalist
got a rough rambunction in the function
Yo, this ain't even fear
It's kinda like we punchin'
So let that slide
He too to hide 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 like I carved it from
I'm often misunderstood, my style is freaky-deaky
I could say some simple shit and lose your ass completely
So meet me on the block you come to the west
styles that'll wash you up quicker than zest
Layin' rap to rest if yo' shit ain't tight (nighty-night)
Yo, catash, tell 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 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
Pull out my pistol and put it to his
It's cocked, so, I'm like "fuck it, then"
a bitch, and that's all you'll be
An' I don't give a fuck to let a 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' pounds o' hash
Wit' dis bad mama wit' a gang o' ass

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

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

gathering, muthafuckah...punk

Alkaholiks, dpg