Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

The card after the ace is
So cut the loose on the 3
me, the motherfuckin', T
I got on my surfboard, rhyme hard
But only buy the shit that I can't
That's everything, that's why I truck big fat

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

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

I a fuck about 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
style

G style, the talk, I got a Teflon .9
And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out
Just for talkin' shit, rolls, catch hoes like 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 same to me
I don't bullshit, I don't writin' a rhyme fit
K K K pray day that I get hit
try to flip on the Icepick
Move and slip, close the eyes and a fuckin' clip

Not in the ghetto no more but I do
Got a game and it's sittin' on them thangs
I kick the game from the not the slamma
up my knockas with a big lead hammer

It's the
Gangsta

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

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

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

It's the
Gangsta

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

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

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

the G-style
Gangsta