Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a G

(Yung Joc)
Is that


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 ain't ever less
And if bitch f**k 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 I'm a G 100% all da way
The block on lock, jet the chain gang
The hustlenomic$ piece back and when the chain swang
I'm blowin' just so I can maintain
I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same
Middle finga to ya pussies, no shame
'77 Chevelle, color cocaine
And I'm a balla n G playin in da deck
Out with the nigga, get money and respect
You in name droppin' get u and yo mans wet
I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin wit?

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh letter of the (I'm a G)
And in my pocket it 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

(Verse 2: Dro)
Nuttin but a G
Its ya boy Young Dro right
You Ima G, Ey Look
up on the scene
Bitch I'm cleaner chlorine
Rock comin' Ima probably sell Codene
Shoot a ear off from up the street, no beam
Work for my cousin down in Florida named
All I want is some cream, my wrist on jack frost
Tell em again they see it, my wrist on jack
I ain't gotta say how much the bet cost
30" on the Escalade lac cost
Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rep
Catch me up on Simpson road tearin' up da
Took alota and walked
Jury, me
Eights on da donk make it hard to
Swingin' on a nigga, swear I gotta feel some
Trappin at da hotel, you can me at the jewlery
A general and surely man I pearly
I got this shit locked, tell momma don't

(Chorus x2)
I'm the letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there 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 3: Bun-B)
You see me hop out of a '08 on 24's
Rockin' this newest experiment in next season clothes
I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and
Like an then turn over and suck the pole
I'm so f**kin' I give a polar bear frost bite
You see my jewelry, you know what it right?
You see my toolery, it's bigger your arm so
No Tom foolery and you won't see da bomb
Need a ho, yung joc got da work,
I need some bomb dro best thang got da purp
Let me hit em on the chirp, and a rendezvous
We some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the Bombay too
Ooh, you know who's keepin it
Just any thug, gangsta, soulja, or gorilla
snatch him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips
Cuz when you trill you trip off da hype, that ain't my type

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