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 your bitch f**k me she f**ked the
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 on lock, jet like the chain gang
The piece back and forth when the chain swang
I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can
I'm a G and tell ya bitch da same thang
Middle finga to ya pussies, no shame
'77 Chevelle, color cocaine
And I'm a true balla n G playin in da
Out with the 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 think u wit?

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

(Verse 2: Dro)
Nuttin but a G
Its ya boy Dro right here
You Ima G, Ey Look
Pull up on the
I'm cleaner than chlorine
Rock stop comin' Ima probably sell
a nigga ear off from up the street, no beam
Work for my cousin down in 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 say how much the mothaf**kin 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 road tearin' up da asphalt
Took cash and walked
Jury, me
Eights on da donk make it hard to
Swingin' on a nigga, I gotta 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 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

(Verse 3: Bun-B)
You see me hop out of a '08 on 24's
Rockin' this newest in some next season clothes
I guess that's the reason ho's stop tuck and roll
Like an inferno then turn over and the pole
I'm so cold 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 see da bomb blow
Need a bomb ho, joc got da work,
I need some bomb dro thang smokin got da purp
Let me hit em on the chirp, and orchestrate a
We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the too
Ooh, you know who's it trilla
name any thug, gangsta, soulja, or gorilla
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 there 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