Luyện nghe bài hát I Am

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

Coming Rambo style
Two up
Y'all niggaz duck down 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
high, don't nobody say hello
Even when the sun shining it ain't
Get out of the borough if you it ain't thorough

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

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

If we ain't closed, it I get
Blow this whole shit and leave me in them
In your car motion I cause
And I need some lotion but I don't get fucked

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am a ghetto nigga, you can tell in a
On the corner the snort
It's hell in New
Won't stop for a minute telling you walk

Fake guards you pork
Settle for shorts, running court
Newports, thoughts
On the blocks bodies a court supports

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

Your hoes to plan a gross with the hands toast
Close and opposed
bands of C-notes, grams of the coke
Razor blade the side the line, the banter of the coke

Watching niggas die with my hand on throat
Sinkin' river banks and wash up on land when they
Choking on your own words, watched the grammar you spoke
One last final approach, your whole 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, an overdose
Nigga, we own the

I am a ghetto nigga, you can tell in a
On the corner the snort
It's hell in New
Won't for a minute cops telling you walk

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

I am
I am