Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a G

(Yung Joc)
Is right?


BNT ho!
A G is a G does 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 blowin' grandaddy so I can maintain
I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da thang
Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no
'77 Chevelle, same cocaine
And I'm a true n G playin in da deck
Out with the nigga, get money and respect
You in that name 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 nothin less
And if your bitch 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 Ima G, Ey Look
up on the scene
Bitch I'm cleaner chlorine
stop comin' Ima probably sell Codene
Shoot a ear off from up the street, no beam
Work for my cousin in Florida named Doreen
All I want is some cream, my wrist on jack frost
Tell em again they see it, my on jack frost
I ain't gotta say how much the bet cost
30" stretchas on the lac cost
I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rep talk
Catch me up on Simpson tearin' up da asphalt
alota cash and walked
Jury, me
on da donk make it hard to steering
Swingin' on a nigga, swear I feel some fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can me at the jewlery
A general and surely man I pearly
I got this shit locked, tell momma worry

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't nothin 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 somethin' on
Rockin' this newest experiment in some next season
I that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll
Like an inferno then turn over and suck the
I'm so f**kin' cold I give a 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 see da bomb blow
a bomb ho, yung joc got da work,
I need some bomb dro thang smokin got da purp
Let me hit em on the chirp, and a rendezvous
We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't the Bombay too
Ooh, you know who's keepin it
Just name any thug, gangsta, soulja, or
I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and off his strips
Cuz you trill 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