Luyện nghe bài hát G Season

Okay, aye man, I'm sucka-free, sucka
Tell all them get the fuck outta my way MAN
You
G

Told you motherfuckas once, ain't change me
All it did was a nigga crazy deranged see
Psycho, so, what I give a fuck for?
All I now is to get out and go for the gusto
So, niggas fuck hoes, he said, she said, nigga and what so?
what they say bout my cases, fuck what they say bout my lady
Fuck what they say we doing on that day of visitation
All I care 'bout is my out and this nature of probation
How much dough I'm set to make and where I'm gon' go on
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far of me
So I'm just take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
wanna yawn, when will it dawn on 'em I'm a Don
Ridin' foreign, curtains drawn, blown by a blond, I'm the bomb
Terrorist, hella rich, shit
Nigga ask about me homie I suggest you 'em this

I'm duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, fuck with me
You niggas out of style G season
You sucka niggas out of style G

Milly
Paper plates on my Aston Martin bitch I'm
Killin' all my haters yo mama pick your coffin
rounds shawty I just gotta pick a target
Put my name on that flyer, watch the party get
And I go crazy in bitch, stunt like Baby in that bitch
Got yo lady on my dick, 'cause I got like 80 on my
KOD, I make it rain, I know they me in that bitch
So I be there just throwin' money like they paid me for that shit, up!
Started in the back now I'm that in the front
Shorty want the real and give her what she want
OG you can put it in the blunt
Fuckin' all the baddest bitches, I'm a hit 'em the front
Just to see the faces on her, when a lay it on her
Every time she ride dick, I tell her go Jamaican on it
Lord have mercy, bitches thirsty
I'm in a Merci she kissin' on me
We in bitch!
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka
yo main bitch? She fuckin' me
I don't with niggas, I'm a fuckin' G
It's Milly, T.I. fuckin' P!

I'm sucka duckin', I'm free
You ain't a G, Don't with me
Them sucka niggas out of G season
Them sucka niggas out of style G

My best too cold to just bring it out
But go and talkin' crazy you get yourself singled out
Half a million bucks a pack a arena out
Bein' a sucka I know the first thing about
You get the seen about cummin' out yo
Like a volcano have runnin' out yo face
Hey, if yo ass out of
You'll find the weapons they took away replace
What can I say? Another year, case
Another completed, I'm confident and conceited
I'm free, sucker ducking, so tell them suckers to beat it
Don't fuck with me busta, trust me future will be deleted
Such a G, ain't no me, luckily I defeated the odd
my tool, Allah and glory to God, and I ain't even Islamic
So sick, whenever I vomit just me a mill or 2
And oughta settle my stomach
some money he done it, call me Mr. He Run It
These niggas ain't really it, they just be speaking Ebonics
I'm nothing of iconic, promise you, you don't want it
as gin and tonic, my left you won't see it coming
My right be running from it, I catch you with it, you done
I'm a it a 100, you better get you a gun
Word bond real talk, do my all by my lonely
'Cause them suckas talk

I'm duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't fuck me
Them sucka niggas out of G season
Them sucka out of style G season