Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a G

(Yung Joc)
Is that


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 of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket it ain't ever nothin
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 say? I'm a G all da way
The block on lock, jet the chain gang
The piece back and forth when the chain swang
I'm blowin' grandaddy so I can maintain
I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same
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 droppin' get u and yo mans wet
Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u u playin wit?

(Chorus x2)
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 2: Dro)
but a G baby
Its ya boy Young Dro here
You know Ima G, Ey
up on the scene
Bitch I'm than chlorine
Rock stop comin' Ima probably sell
Shoot a nigga ear off from up the street, no
Work for my cousin down in Florida named
All I want is some more cream, my wrist on 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 can't miss me wit dat rep
Catch me up on Simpson road up da asphalt
alota cash and walked
Jury, me
Eights on da donk make it to steering
Swingin' on a nigga, swear I gotta feel fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the
A general and man I seem pearly
I got this shit locked, momma don't worry

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there 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 3: Bun-B)
You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on
Rockin' this newest experiment in some season clothes
I guess that's the ho's stop drop tuck and roll
Like an inferno then turn over and suck the
I'm so cold I give a polar bear frost bite
You see my jewelry, you what it cost right?
You see my toolery, it's than your arm so
No Tom foolery and you won't see da bomb
a bomb ho, yung joc got da work,
I need some bomb dro best thang smokin got da
Let me hit em on the chirp, and a rendezvous
We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the too
Ooh, you know who's keepin it
Just 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 seventh letter of the (I'm a G)
And in my pocket ain't ever nothin less
And if your f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G