Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

The card the ace is deuce
So cut the nigga on the 3
me, the motherfuckin', T
I got ride on my surfboard, hard
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 to jack up, punks who try to act up
Do a tour, watch the big bank stack up
Motherfuckers get with the quickness
I got an ill left and a right fist mistakes
And you'll or you might die 'cause

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

I a fuck about a cop or a G man
all talk shit, their breath smellin' like semen
I catch 'em in the all alone
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 props
Because I roll with the G

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

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

It's the
Gangsta

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

the beat becomes me sit in the dark
And a whole fuckin' LP, G Style, the gangsta talk
Never near soft, hard as a 'bout
no sellout, I keep crime in my rhyme
'Cause it's my thing, packed with and drugs
And lots of street slang, A B C D E F and

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

It's the
Gangsta

Many to dress the style and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and they crack
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, 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 you no love song, you either love me
Or you don't, you're either rollin' or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it don't bullshit

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

the G-style
Gangsta