Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

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

in the motherland gold is for kings
I got backup to 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 make
And you'll lose or you might die

I'm the wrong Ice for bruise and that's no lie
the penile is stacked to the top
With my niggaz, mostly for triggas
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 shit, their breath smellin' like semen
I catch 'em in the 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 vest, I take a motherfucker out quick
Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my rocks
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get props
Because I roll the hardcore G

street's 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, close the eyes and catch a clip

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

It's the
Gangsta

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

Then the beat becomes me sit in the
And write a whole fuckin' LP, G Style, the gangsta
Never near soft, as a knockout 'bout
It's no sellout, I keep crime in my
'Cause it's my thing, packed with guns and
And of street slang, A B C D E F and LAPD

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

It's the
Gangsta

Many like to the style and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and they jaws
I to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't smoke bud
Drink suds but I loved, mack, cool
I scope the with the mad backs
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 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 rollin' tonight or you
She likes the style, 'cause it don't around

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

It's the
Gangsta