Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

Yeah, right now
Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga me, Ice-T
To bust some freestyle shit but I do that
I just cold up here at the ammo dump
my nigga Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G
Yeah, we do the like 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 that I can't afford
That's everything, that's why I truck big fat

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

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

I give a fuck a cop or a G man
all talk shit, their 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 talk, I got a Teflon .9
And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out
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
I roll with the hardcore G

Every street's the same to me
I bullshit, I don't 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 and catch a fuckin' clip

Not in the ghetto no but I do hang
Got a black game and it's on them thangs
I the game from the street not the slamma
Tighten up my knockas with a big 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 clicks to homicide, bullets fly, ladies cry
A lot of people die, some nights I right
Stare at the blue lines, I think, I'm a go

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

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

the G-style
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, don't bud
Drink but I gets loved, mack, cool
I the freak with the mad backs
Hit her the gangsta style, cool, relaxed, bam

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

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

It's the
style