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 letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket it ain't ever less
And if your 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' grandaddy just so I can
I'm a G and I'll ya bitch da same thang
Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no
'77 Chevelle, same cocaine
And I'm a true balla n G playin in da
Out the young'ns nigga, get money and respect
You in that name droppin' get u and yo wet
Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin

(Chorus x2)
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 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
up on the scene
Bitch I'm than chlorine
Rock stop Ima probably sell Codene
Shoot a nigga ear off up the street, no beam
Work for my cousin down in Florida named
All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack
Tell em again see it, my wrist on jack frost
I ain't gotta say how much the bet cost
30" stretchas on the Escalade lac
Bitch I'm from the projects you 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 to steering
on a nigga, swear I gotta feel some 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 seventh letter of the (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the
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 in some next season clothes
I guess that's the ho's stop drop tuck and roll
an inferno then turn over and suck the pole
I'm so f**kin' cold I give a polar bear frost
You see my jewelry, you what it cost right?
You see my toolery, bigger than your arm so
No Tom and you won't 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 orchestrate a
We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't the Bombay too
Ooh, you know who's keepin it
name any thug, gangsta, soulja, or gorilla
I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and off his strips
Cuz when you trill you don't 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 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