Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

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

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

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

I a fuck about a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, their breath smellin' 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 a motherfucker out quick
Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch like a mitt
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my rocks
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much
Because I roll the hardcore G

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

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

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 clicks to homicide, bullets fly, ladies cry
A lot of people die, some nights I can't
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, as a knockout 'bout
It's no sellout, I keep in my rhyme
it's my thing, packed with guns and drugs
And lots of street slang, A B C D E F and

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

the G-style
Gangsta

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

Tongue in my ear, real slow and it went down
I gotta flip a ill mode, pack a clip full of hype tracks
And then 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, a knife through the neck

the G-style
Gangsta