Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A G'

Gots to be a G the day that I die
(That's right)
to be a G till the day that I die
(Hey, hey)

Gots to be a G till the day I die
(I'ma G)
(I'ma G)
to be a G till the day that I die

I got to be a G
(Real niggas up)
to be a G
(O.Gs up)

to be a G
(Crones da nigga)
(I come nothing)
Gots to be a G the day that I die

Lord, have mercy, momma done raised a thug
Me and my daddy cool but he showed me love
Fifteen, I was out gettin' grown
By this my old man had just moved on

Momma couldn't drive so she didn't a car
And I could still see my T walkin' far
Sweat on her face, and a grocery bag
Me and my sister shit that's all we had

Stuck my out became the man of the house
Now I'm the bread winner, go get it at any
Flippin' burgers, washing cars and cutting
I graduated to soft and selling hard

Highschool is over with I'm on a
To mo mo dough and a new slab
I'ma B.G hard so fly
But I'ma gangsta and this till I die
(Know wut I'm sayin')

Gots to be a G the day that I die
(Brrrrrrrd)
Gots to be a G the day that I die
(Wut it do, homeboy)

Gots to be a G the day that I die
(Wut's da buisness)
(Keke, it's big money, stunna, we in da buiding)

to be a G
(Real stand up)
to be a G
(O.G's up)

to be a G
(I'm here)
Gots to be a G till th day I die
(you wut it is, homeboy)

I say my hood is a mess the O.G's
Got wit the red
heard the lil' homie got wet
So them AK's sprayin', blood for the young

You know us nigga is us
We fly 25's on new trucks
We high till we die you see us
G fo burin' bush on dat kush

Leanin' on the lean and them guns stay
on dem bitches in god we trust
I'll ink my whole body I give a mother fuck
the new grill iced out block cuts

Like father like son real niggas up
I'm paper, dawg, I hustle in the fall
wit the gater roll wit guerillas
Built real niggas, a cash nigga
Young money nigga, we them go gettas
(Belive that)

Gots to be a G the day that I die
to be a G till the day that I die
Gots to be a G the day that I die
Gots to be a G till the day I die

to be a G
(Real stand up)
to be a G
(O.Gs up)

to be a G
(I'm here, nigga)
(Ha, ha)
Gots to be a G till the day I die

Fuck a diploma, I'm smuthered in tha aroma
Still on probation if I piss then I'ma
Catch a pistol case fo' I it at the crib
Welcome to Hershelwood, soldiers get it how live

A blocks but they all end at one road
The streets a ride till the car explode
Niggas, lose your vests I'm taking head
Fuck a new story and sub blocks

Pressure bust a pipe it real and stayed at it
Them old snitch niggas know the game and ratted
I'm at the weed wit 20 bags and 3 for ten
I had a mind, I wasn't listening back then

in one spot trying to learn to manage money
Fuck them air jordens, the sky ain't forever
Keep a full clip jackers might wanna
G chasin' down the same meal ticket
(Know wut I'm sayin')
(That's right)

Gots to be a G till the day I die
Gots to be a G till the day I die
(Real talk)

Gots to be a G till the day I die
Gots to be a G till the day I die
to be a G
(O.Gs up)

to be a G
(Crones da bricks, nigga)
to be a G
(I come nothing)
(Ha, ha)

Gots to be a G till the day I die
(Hey)
(Hey)