Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

Yeah, right now
Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me,
To bust some freestyle shit but I do that
I cold lounge up here at the ammo dump
With my nigga Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga G
Yeah, we do the like this

The card after the ace is
So cut the loose on the 3
me, the motherfuckin', T
I got on my surfboard, rhyme hard
But only buy the shit that I afford
everything, that's 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 tour, watch the big bank stack up
get dropped with the quickness
I got an ill and a right fist make mistakes
And you'll lose or you die 'cause

I'm the wrong Ice for your and that's no lie
the penile is stacked to the top
With my niggaz, mostly for squeezin'
I 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks
So I write and put bucks on books

I give a fuck a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, breath smellin' 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 gangsta talk, I got a .9
And it eats vest, I a motherfucker out quick
for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much
Because I roll with the G

Every the same 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, close the eyes and catch a clip

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

It's the
style

Some of the times, I write my raps with extreme
of the times, I take the pen and make pads bleed
My mind to homicide, bullets fly, ladies cry
A lot of people die, some nights I right
at the blue lines, I think, I'm a go blind

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 crime in my rhyme
'Cause it's my thing, packed with and drugs
And lots of slang, A B C D E F and LAPD

Words a motherfuckin' OG, ammo dump
Pumps the sounds that you bump in 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 city street, nigga, straight beat

It's the
style

Many like to dress the style and act
motherfuckers are and they crack jaws
I to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't smoke bud
Drink suds but I gets loved, mack,
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
off the top, what's my sport, you think long
You think wrong, you got it goin' on, doll
But I won't sing you no love song, you either me
Or you don't, you're rollin' tonight or you won't
She likes the style, it don't bullshit around

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

It's the
Gangsta