Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

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 that I can't afford
That's everything, that's why I truck big fat

'Cause in the motherland is for kings
I got to jack up, punks who try to act up
Do a world tour, watch the big stack up
Motherfuckers get dropped with the
I got an ill left and a right fist make
And you'll lose or you die 'cause

I'm the wrong Ice for your and that's 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 give a about a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, their breath like semen
I catch 'em in the alley all
Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the

the G-style
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 like a
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my rocks
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much
Because I roll with the G

Every the same street to me
I bullshit, I don't quit writin' a rhyme fit
K K K pray each day I get hit
Motherfuckers try to flip on the
Move and slip, close the eyes and catch a clip

Not in the no more but I do hang
Got a black game and it's sittin' on them
I the game from the street not the slamma
Tighten up my 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 make pads
My mind 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 write a whole fuckin' LP, G Style, the talk
Never near soft, as a knockout 'bout
It's no sellout, I keep crime in my
'Cause it's my thing, packed with and drugs
And lots of street slang, A B C D E F and

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

It's the
style

Many like to the style and act hardcore
Many are and they crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, smoke bud
Drink suds but I 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, what's my sport, you think
You think wrong, you got it goin' on, doll
But I won't sing you no song, you either love me
Or you don't, you're either tonight or you won't
She likes the style, it don't bullshit around

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

It's the
style