Luyện nghe bài hát G's Iz G's

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

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

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

Pop that
Clock that
It's thin line between 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 it saggin' in bandanas
to spit the leaves
Split like
Poetical
the crowd go banana'
Furious, luxurious, an'
Bitches and

Impenetrability
a verse
And since nuttin' but trouble incense (back in the day)
Silently
is
Throwin' in like passes
All I to know is where the ass is
If you got yo' let it sizzle an' whistle
I'm you fragile--
Glass and
I'm priceless--the
Yeah, that's
Nice to bring the snub and bust on sight

We got and kurupt
'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 weed

We got catash and
'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 nobody fuckin' 'round wit' mcs these

two--tash]
Somebody buck this nigga' keys; this punk must be drunk
I let that 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 wit' the ghetto-est medalist
got a rough rambunction in the function
Yo, this shit ain't fear
It's kinda we punchin' munchkins
So let that nigga
He too wide-eyed to it
Tash'll slap his ass so hard, leave his afro lopsided
You got it?

Tell boyz 'n' the hood
My style's a work of art--it's like I it from wood
I'm often misunderstood, 'cause my style is
I could say some simple shit and lose stupid ass completely
So meet me on the block you come to the west
Bangin' styles that'll you up quicker than zest
Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' shit ain't (nighty-night)
Yo, catash, these 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
if gangstas 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 swerve and dip slowly,
Easily I
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"
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 come around 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 shit different
Put it down, my from the west coast
Kurupt: dogg pound
But up, man
While we in this muthafuckah, let me give a shout-out to my king
Tee
The whole likwit crew (only bad allowed)
Oh,
Only bad
It's a party

gathering, muthafuckah...punk

Alkaholiks, dpg