Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

Yeah, right now
Motherfuckers is layin for a 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 Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G
Yeah, we do the shit like

The after the ace is deuce
So cut the loose on the 3
me, the motherfuckin', T
I got ride on my surfboard, rhyme
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 backup to jack up, who try to act up
Do a world tour, watch the big bank up
Motherfuckers get dropped with the
I got an ill and a right fist make mistakes
And you'll lose or you might die

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

I a fuck about a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, their breath like semen
I 'em in the alley all alone
Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the

It's the
Gangsta

G style, the talk, I got a Teflon .9
And it eats vest, I a motherfucker out quick
Just for talkin' shit, rolls, catch hoes like a mitt
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my rocks
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much
I roll with the hardcore 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
try to flip on the Icepick
Move and slip, close the eyes and catch a fuckin'

Not in the ghetto no more but I do
Got a black game and sittin' on them thangs
I kick the game the street not the slamma
Tighten up my knockas with a big lead

It's the
style

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

Then the becomes 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 crime in my rhyme
it's my thing, packed with guns and drugs
And lots of slang, A B C D E F and LAPD

Words from a motherfuckin' OG, ammo
Pumps the sounds 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 city street, nigga, gangsta beat

It's the
Gangsta

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

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

It's the
Gangsta