Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

Yeah, about now
is layin for a nigga like me, Ice-T
To some freestyle shit but I don't do that
I just lounge up here at the ammo dump
my nigga Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G
Yeah, we do the shit like

The card the ace is deuce
So cut the nigga on the 3
me, the motherfuckin', T
I got ride on my surfboard, hard
But only buy the shit I can't afford
That's everything, why I truck big fat rings

'Cause in the motherland gold is for
I got backup to jack up, who try to act up
Do a tour, watch the big bank stack up
Motherfuckers get dropped the quickness
I got an ill left and a right make mistakes
And lose or you might die 'cause

I'm the wrong Ice for your bruise and no lie
the penile is stacked to the top
With my niggaz, mostly for triggas
I 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks
So I and put bucks on they books

I give a fuck a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, their breath like semen
I catch 'em in the all alone
Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the

It's the
Gangsta

G style, the gangsta talk, I got a .9
And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out
Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes a mitt
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get props
Because I roll with the G

Every street's the street to me
I don't bullshit, I don't quit a rhyme fit
K K K each day that I get hit
try to flip on the Icepick
Move and slip, close the eyes and a fuckin' clip

Not in the no more but I do hang
Got a black game and sittin' on them thangs
I kick the game from the not the slamma
Tighten up my knockas with a big hammer

It's the
style

Some of the times, I write my raps extreme speed
Some of the times, I the pen and make pads bleed
My clicks to homicide, bullets fly, ladies cry
A lot of people die, some I can't right
Stare at the lines, I think, I'm a go blind

the beat becomes me sit in the dark
And a whole fuckin' LP, G Style, the gangsta talk
Never near soft, hard as a knockout
no sellout, I keep crime in my rhyme
'Cause it's my thing, with guns and drugs
And lots of street slang, A B C D E F and

Words from a OG, ammo dump
Pumps the that you bump in your trunk
So turn it up punk, what'cha of? What'cha made of?
Pull the pin, set the off, blastin' sounds out ya jeep
On city street, nigga, straight gangsta beat

the G-style
Gangsta

Many to dress the style and act hardcore
Many are and they crack jaws
I to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't smoke bud
Drink but I gets loved, mack, cool
I scope the freak with the mad
Hit her with the style, cool, relaxed, bam

Put her in the Benz, bump, Too Short, let her
Right off the top, what's my sport, you think
You think wrong, you got it goin' on, doll
But I sing you no love song, you either love me
Or you don't, either rollin' tonight or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it don't bullshit

Tongue in my ear, real slow and it went down
I gotta flip into a ill mode, a clip full of hype tracks
And unload music for the hardcore beat down
No weak pop shit, strictly
And if you don't the style as I get wreck
Ease back nigga, catch a knife the neck

It's the
Gangsta