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

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

to be a G
(Crones da nigga)
(I from nothing)
Gots to be a G till the day I die

Lord, have mercy, done raised a real thug
Me and my daddy cool but he showed me tough
Fifteen, I was asked out grown
By this time my old man had just on

couldn't drive so she didn't have a car
And I still see my T lady walkin' far
Sweat on her face, purse and a bag
Me and my sister that's all we ever had

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

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

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

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

to be a G
(Real niggas 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 the O.G's done
Got wit the red
They the lil' homie got wet
So them sprayin', blood for the young blood

You know us is ridin' us
We fly 25's on new trucks
We till we die you cant see us
G fo burin' purple bush on dat

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

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

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

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

A million blocks but they all end at one
The streets a motherfucker ride the car explode
Niggas, lose vests I'm taking head shots
a new story evidents 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 house wit 20 and 3 for ten
I had a closed mind, I listening back then

Stuck in one trying to learn to manage money
Fuck them air jordens, the sky forever sunny
Keep a clip jackers might wanna visit
G chasin' down the same meal ticket
(Know wut I'm sayin')
(That's right)

Gots to be a G the day that 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)

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