Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

Yeah, right 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 at the ammo dump
With my nigga Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga G
Yeah, we do the shit like

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 shit that I can't
That's everything, that's why I 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, watch the big bank up
Motherfuckers get dropped the quickness
I got an ill left and a fist make mistakes
And lose or you might 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 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks
So I and put bucks on they books

I give a fuck a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, their breath like semen
I 'em in the alley 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 shit, ride rolls, catch hoes 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 writin' a rhyme fit
K K K pray each day I get hit
Motherfuckers try to flip on the
Move and slip, the eyes and catch 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 a big lead hammer

the G-style
Gangsta

Some of the times, I my raps with extreme speed
Some of the times, I take the pen and make 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 becomes me sit in the dark
And write a fuckin' LP, G Style, the gangsta talk
Never soft, hard as a knockout 'bout
It's no sellout, I crime in my rhyme
'Cause it's my thing, with 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 your
So turn it up punk, what'cha 'fraid of? made of?
Pull the pin, set the grenade off, blastin' sounds out ya
On city street, nigga, straight gangsta beat

the G-style
Gangsta

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

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

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

the G-style
Gangsta