Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a G

(Yung Joc)
Is right?


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

(Chorus)
I'm the seventh letter of the (I'm a G)
And in my pocket it ever nothin 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 on lock, jet like the chain gang
The piece back and forth 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, same cocaine
And I'm a balla n G playin in da deck
Out with the young'ns nigga, get and respect
You in that name get u and yo mans wet
Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u wit?

(Chorus x2)
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 2: Dro)
but a G baby
Its ya boy Young Dro right
You know Ima G, Ey
Pull up on the
Bitch I'm than chlorine
Rock stop comin' Ima probably sell
Shoot a nigga ear off up the street, no beam
Work for my cousin down in Florida Doreen
All I is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost
Tell em again see it, my wrist on jack frost
I ain't gotta say how much the bet cost
30" stretchas on the lac cost
Bitch I'm from the projects you can't me wit dat rep talk
Catch me up on road tearin' up da asphalt
Took cash and walked
Jury, me
on da donk make it hard to steering
Swingin' on a nigga, swear I gotta feel fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can me at the jewlery
A general and man I seem 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 ain't 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 3: Bun-B)
You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on
Rockin' this newest experiment in some next season
I guess that's the reason ho's stop tuck and roll
Like an inferno turn over and suck the pole
I'm so f**kin' cold I give a polar bear frost
You see my jewelry, you know it cost 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 some bomb dro best thang smokin got da purp
Let me hit em on the chirp, and orchestrate a
We some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the Bombay too
Ooh, you know keepin it trilla
Just name any thug, gangsta, soulja, or
I'll snatch him up by his 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 pocket ain't ever nothin less
And if bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G