Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

The after 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 can't
everything, that's why I truck big fat rings

'Cause in the gold is for kings
I got backup to up, punks who try to act up
Do a world tour, watch the big stack up
get dropped with the quickness
I got an ill left and a 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 triggas
I call 'em homies, pigs 'em crooks
So I write and put on they books

I give a about a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, their breath smellin' like
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 take a out quick
Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch like a mitt
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my rocks
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get props
Because I roll with the 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
Move and slip, the eyes and catch a fuckin' clip

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

It's the
Gangsta

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

Then the beat me sit in the dark
And write a whole LP, G Style, the gangsta talk
near soft, hard as a knockout 'bout
It's no sellout, I crime in my rhyme
'Cause it's my thing, packed guns and drugs
And lots of slang, A B C D E F and LAPD

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

It's the
Gangsta

Many like to the style and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and 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
Right off the top, my sport, you think long
You think wrong, you got it goin' on, doll
But I won't sing you no song, you either love me
Or you don't, you're either tonight or you won't
She the style, 'cause it don't bullshit around

Tongue in my ear, real and then it went down
I gotta flip into a ill mode, pack a clip full of hype
And then unload for the hardcore beat down
No pop shit, strictly underground
And if you like the style as I get wreck
back nigga, catch a knife through the neck

It's the
Gangsta