Luyện nghe bài hát I Am

G. Rap and my G-Dep
'Bout to do it Gorilla style, you
a Igloo-Bad Boy collabo thing you know?
Y'all niggaz ready for it

Coming Rambo nigga
Two up
Y'all niggaz better duck or get your cap lifted off
how we doing it for the new millennium, you heard?

Regardless of the wait, I'm stay straight ghetto
Everybody high, don't nobody say
Even when the sun shining it yellow
Get out of the if you know it ain't thorough

play ball, AWOL, on the furlow
Still came down on the furl and hero
Red and Max's keep as clean as Ajax
Ghettos sling cracks you niggas pay tax

Now how ghetto is
You can catch me in your taking a piss
One hand on my dick, one on a spliff
Burnt lips from the roach clip, yellow

If we closed, it I get ferocious
Blow this whole shit and me in them roaches
In your car motion I commotion
And I probably need some but I don't get fucked

I am a ghetto nigga, you can in a talk
On the corner selling the
hell in New York
Won't stop for a minute cops you walk

Fake guards you pork
Settle for shorts, from court
Newports, criminal
On the blocks a court nobody supports

What's a ghetto nigga? niggas that get cake
Five of niggaz do his [unverified] a [unverified] flip weight
Change garments to trick jake, yo dis
I want it, yo I got warrants in six

Stay calm in a whip with switched plates
hate, I never leave a print to trace
Only evidence I leave is on chicks' face
On the corner with the crooked niggas, but yo straight

We war to leave with these seven revolvers
Shell case never touch the floor, sneaky ain't enough y'all
I'm man to put on a dress
up like grand-mama and bust y'all

Get close enough to your vest and tux off
Who would have thought the lady the car crush y'all
Too to get caught, but I got fam up north
So if they put me in cuffs and court, y'all

I am a ghetto nigga, you can tell in a
On the corner selling the
hell in New York
Won't stop for a minute cops telling you

guards telling you pork
Settle for shorts, running court
Newports, criminal
On the blocks bodies a nobody supports

Cock back the hammer, slow and pop that
For the venom in my spit, it ain't no antidote
Jackpot from crack blocks, I was a man of
Snapshots'll get camera broke

Your hoes used to plan a gross the hands toast
Close and stand
Rubber bands of C-notes, of the coke
Razor blade the side the line, the banter of the coke

Watching niggas die with my hand on they
Sinkin' banks and wash up on land when they float
Choking on own words, should've watched the grammar you spoke
One last final approach, make your family ghost

bottles of cham and we toast, to your photo stamped in the post
Sex gland cut off jammed in throat, man are you gross
Bitch hanging from a lamppost, we from up close
Blow cannons the most, catch an
Nigga, we own the

I am a ghetto nigga, you can in a talk
On the corner selling the
It's in New York
Won't stop for a minute telling you walk

Fake telling you pork
for shorts, running from court
Newports, criminal
On the blocks bodies a court supports

I am
I am