Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

The card after the ace is
So cut the nigga on the 3
me, the motherfuckin', T
I got on my surfboard, rhyme 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 backup to jack up, who try to act up
Do a world tour, watch the big stack up
get dropped with the quickness
I got an ill left and a right make mistakes
And you'll lose or you might die

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

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 vest, I take a motherfucker 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
I roll with the hardcore G

Every street's the street to me
I don't bullshit, I don't quit a rhyme fit
K K K pray day that 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 game and sittin' on them thangs
I kick the game from the not the slamma
Tighten up my knockas with a big hammer

It's the
Gangsta

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

Then the becomes me sit in the dark
And write a whole fuckin' LP, G Style, the gangsta
near soft, hard as a knockout 'bout
It's no sellout, I keep in my rhyme
'Cause it's my thing, with guns and drugs
And lots of slang, A B C D E F and LAPD

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

the G-style
Gangsta

Many like to dress the style and act
Many motherfuckers are and they jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, smoke bud
Drink suds but I gets loved, mack,
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, my sport, you think long
You think wrong, you got it goin' on, 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 the style, 'cause it don't bullshit around

Tongue in my ear, real slow and it went down
I gotta flip into a ill mode, pack a clip full of hype
And then music for the hardcore beat down
No weak pop shit, strictly
And if you don't like the as I get wreck
Ease back nigga, catch a knife the neck

It's the
Gangsta