Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

The card the ace is deuce
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 afford
That's everything, that's why I big fat rings

'Cause in the motherland is for kings
I got backup to up, punks who try to act up
Do a tour, watch the big bank stack up
get dropped with the quickness
I got an ill left and a right fist make
And you'll or you might die 'cause

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

I a fuck about a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, their breath smellin' like
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 take a out quick
Just for 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

street's the same street to me
I don't bullshit, I don't quit writin' a fit
K K K each day that I get hit
try to flip on the Icepick
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 kick the from the street not the slamma
Tighten up my knockas with a big hammer

the G-style
Gangsta

Some of the times, I my raps with extreme speed
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 can't
at the blue lines, I think, I'm a go blind

Then the beat me sit in the dark
And write a whole LP, G Style, the gangsta talk
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 lots of street slang, A B C D E F and

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

the G-style
Gangsta

Many like to the style and act hardcore
Many are and they crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, smoke bud
Drink suds but I loved, mack, cool
I scope the freak 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 you no love song, you either love me
Or you don't, you're either tonight or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it don't around

in my ear, real 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 weak pop shit, strictly
And if you don't like the style as I get
Ease back nigga, catch a through the neck

the G-style
Gangsta