Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

The after 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 that I can't
That's everything, why I truck big fat rings

'Cause in the gold is for kings
I got to jack up, punks who try to act up
Do a world tour, the big bank stack up
get dropped with the quickness
I got an ill left and a right make mistakes
And you'll or you might die 'cause

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

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

the G-style
Gangsta

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

Every street's the street to me
I bullshit, I don't quit writin' a rhyme fit
K K K pray day that I get hit
try to flip on the Icepick
Move and slip, close the and catch 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 street not the
up my knockas with a big lead hammer

It's the
style

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

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

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

the G-style
Gangsta

Many like to dress the and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, smoke bud
suds but I gets loved, mack, cool
I scope the 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 on, baby doll
But I won't you no love song, you either love me
Or you don't, you're rollin' tonight or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it don't bullshit

Tongue in my ear, slow and then 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, underground
And if you don't the style as I get wreck
Ease back nigga, catch a knife through the

the G-style
Gangsta