Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

Yeah, about now
Motherfuckers is layin for a like me, Ice-T
To bust some freestyle shit but I do that
I cold lounge up here at the ammo dump
With my nigga Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga 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 on my surfboard, rhyme hard
But only buy the shit that I can't
That's everything, that's why I truck big fat

'Cause in the motherland gold is for
I got backup to jack up, who try to act up
Do a world tour, the big bank stack up
Motherfuckers get dropped the quickness
I got an ill left and a right make mistakes
And lose 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 call 'em homies, pigs 'em crooks
So I write and put bucks on books

I give a about a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, their breath like semen
I catch 'em in the 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 out quick
Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes a mitt
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get props
I roll with the hardcore G

Every street's the street to me
I bullshit, I don't quit writin' a rhyme fit
K K K pray each day 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 on them thangs
I kick the game from the not the slamma
Tighten up my knockas with a big lead

the G-style
Gangsta

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

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

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

the G-style
Gangsta

Many like to the style and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and they jaws
I to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't smoke 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, my sport, you think long
You think wrong, you got it goin' on, baby
But I won't sing you no song, you either love me
Or you don't, you're either rollin' tonight or you
She likes the style, it don't bullshit around

in my ear, real slow and then it went down
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
back nigga, catch a knife through the neck

It's the
style