Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

Yeah, about now
Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga me, Ice-T
To some freestyle shit but I don't do that
I just 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 the ace is deuce
So cut the loose 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, 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, the big bank stack up
Motherfuckers get dropped with the
I got an ill left and a fist make mistakes
And you'll or you might die 'cause

I'm the wrong Ice for your bruise and no lie
Meanwhile the penile is to the top
my niggaz, mostly 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, their breath like semen
I catch 'em in the alley all
Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the

It's the
style

G style, the gangsta talk, I got a .9
And it eats vest, I a motherfucker out quick
Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit
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 each day I get hit
Motherfuckers try to on the Icepick
and slip, close 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 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 extreme
Some of the times, I take the pen and make bleed
My mind clicks to homicide, bullets fly, cry
A lot of people die, some nights I right
Stare at the lines, I think, I'm a go blind

Then the becomes 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 of street slang, A B C D E F and LAPD

from a motherfuckin' OG, ammo dump
Pumps the that you bump in your trunk
So it up punk, what'cha 'fraid of? What'cha made of?
Pull the pin, set the 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 crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't bud
suds but I gets loved, mack, cool
I scope the freak with the mad
Hit her with the style, cool, relaxed, bam

Put her in the Benz, bump, Too Short, let her
Right off the top, what's my sport, you think
You think wrong, you got it goin' on, doll
But I sing you no love song, you either love me
Or you don't, you're rollin' tonight or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it don't around

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

the G-style
Gangsta