Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

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

'Cause in the motherland gold is for
I got to jack up, punks who try to act up
Do a world tour, watch the big stack up
Motherfuckers get dropped the quickness
I got an ill left and a right fist make
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, pigs call 'em
So I write and put bucks on they

I give a fuck a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, their breath smellin' 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 gangsta talk, I got a .9
And it eats vest, I take a out quick
Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, 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 same to me
I don't bullshit, I don't writin' a rhyme fit
K K K pray day that I get hit
Motherfuckers try to flip on the
Move and slip, close the and catch a fuckin' clip

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

It's the
style

Some of the times, I write my raps with speed
of the times, I take the pen and make pads bleed
My mind clicks to homicide, 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 gangsta
Never near soft, hard as a 'bout
It's no sellout, I keep crime in my
'Cause it's my thing, packed with and drugs
And of street slang, A B C D E F and LAPD

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

It's the
style

Many to dress the style and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't 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 goin' on, baby
But I won't sing you no love song, you love me
Or you don't, you're either tonight or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it don't around

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

the G-style
Gangsta