Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a G

(Yung Joc)
Is right?


BNT ho!
A G is what a G bay, my momma told me dat
BNT ho!
Dro, Bun-B, Joc..let's go

(Chorus)
I'm the seventh of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket it ever nothin less
And if your bitch me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G

(Verse 1: Joc)
You can me in the A
my DNA
What can I say? I'm a G all da way
The block on lock, jet like the gang
The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the swang
I'm grandaddy just so I can maintain
I'm a G and I'll tell ya da same thang
Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no
'77 Chevelle, same color
And I'm a true balla n G playin in da
Out the young'ns nigga, get money and respect
You in that name droppin' get u and yo wet
Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket it ain't ever less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G

(Verse 2: Dro)
Nuttin but a G
Its ya boy Young Dro here
You Ima G, Ey Look
Pull up on the
Bitch I'm than chlorine
Rock stop Ima probably sell Codene
a nigga ear off from up the street, no beam
Work for my cousin down in named Doreen
All I is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost
Tell em again they see it, my on jack frost
I ain't gotta say how much the mothaf**kin bet
30" stretchas on the lac cost
Bitch I'm from the projects you miss me wit dat rep talk
Catch me up on road tearin' up da asphalt
Took alota and walked
Jury, me
on da donk make it hard to steering
Swingin' on a nigga, I gotta feel some fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the
A and surely man I seem pearly
I got this shit locked, tell don't worry

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh letter of the (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever less
And if your f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G

(Verse 3: Bun-B)
You see me hop out of a '08 on 24's
this newest experiment in some next season clothes
I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and
Like an inferno then turn over and the pole
I'm so cold I give a polar bear frost bite
You see my jewelry, you know what it cost
You see my toolery, bigger than your arm so
No Tom foolery and you won't see da bomb
Need a bomb ho, joc got da work,
I some bomb dro best thang smokin got da purp
Let me hit em on the chirp, and orchestrate a
We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the too
Ooh, you know keepin it trilla
Just any thug, gangsta, soulja, or gorilla
I'll him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips
Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da hype, that ain't my

(Chorus x3)
I'm the seventh letter of the (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin
And if your f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G