Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a G

(Yung Joc)
Is right?


BNT ho!
A G is what a G does bay, my 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 it 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 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 forth when the swang
I'm blowin' grandaddy so I can maintain
I'm a G and tell ya bitch da same thang
finga to ya pussies, nigga no shame
'77 Chevelle, same color
And I'm a true n G playin in da deck
Out with the young'ns nigga, get and respect
You in that droppin' get u and yo mans wet
Nigga I'm a G now who the u think u playin wit?

(Chorus x2)
I'm the letter 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)
Nuttin but a G
Its ya boy Young Dro here
You Ima G, Ey Look
Pull up on the
I'm cleaner than chlorine
Rock stop Ima probably sell Codene
Shoot a ear off from 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 they see it, my wrist on jack frost
I ain't say how much the mothaf**kin bet cost
30" stretchas on the Escalade lac
Bitch I'm from the you can't miss me wit dat rep talk
Catch me up on Simpson tearin' up da asphalt
Took alota and walked
Jury, me
Eights on da donk make it to steering
on a nigga, swear I gotta feel some fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the
A general and surely man I seem
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 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
Rockin' newest experiment in some next season clothes
I guess that's the reason stop drop tuck and roll
an inferno then turn over and suck the pole
I'm so f**kin' cold I a polar bear frost bite
You see my jewelry, you know what it right?
You see my toolery, it's bigger than arm so
No Tom foolery and you see da bomb blow
a bomb ho, yung joc got da work,
I need some dro best thang smokin got da purp
Let me hit em on the chirp, and a rendezvous
We meet boppas, bottles, and don't forget the Bombay too
Ooh, you who's keepin it trilla
name any thug, gangsta, soulja, or gorilla
I'll snatch him up by his and strip off his strips
Cuz when you you don't trip off da hype, that ain't my type

(Chorus x3)
I'm the letter of the alphabet (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