Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

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

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

I'm the Ice for your bruise and that's no lie
the penile is stacked 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 give a about a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, their breath smellin' like
I 'em in the alley 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 a motherfucker out quick
Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes a mitt
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my rocks
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get props
I roll with the hardcore G

Every street's the street to me
I don't bullshit, I quit writin' 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 ghetto no more but I do
Got a black and it's sittin' on them thangs
I kick the from the street not the slamma
Tighten up my knockas with a big hammer

the G-style
Gangsta

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

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

Words a motherfuckin' OG, ammo dump
the sounds 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 every city street, nigga, straight beat

the G-style
Gangsta

Many like to the style and act hardcore
motherfuckers are and they crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, smoke bud
Drink 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, what's my sport, you 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 either rollin' or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it don't around

in my ear, real slow and then it went down
I gotta flip into a ill mode, pack a full of hype tracks
And then unload music for the hardcore down
No weak pop shit, strictly
And if you like the style as I get wreck
Ease back nigga, catch a through the neck

It's the
Gangsta