Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

The card after the ace is
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 with the
I got an ill left and a right fist mistakes
And lose or you might die 'cause

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 call 'em
So I and put bucks on they books

I give a about a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, breath smellin' 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 talk, I got a Teflon .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 with the hardcore G

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

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

It's the
Gangsta

Some of the times, I write my raps extreme speed
Some of the times, I 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 blue lines, I think, I'm a go

Then the beat 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 keep crime in my
'Cause it's my thing, packed 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 your
So turn it up punk, what'cha of? What'cha made of?
Pull the pin, set the off, blastin' sounds out ya jeep
On every city street, nigga, straight beat

It's the
Gangsta

like to dress the style and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, smoke bud
Drink suds but I gets loved, mack,
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, doll
But I won't sing you no love song, you love me
Or you don't, you're either rollin' tonight or you
She the style, 'cause it don't bullshit around

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

the G-style
Gangsta