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 letter of the (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 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 grandaddy just so I can maintain
I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da thang
Middle finga to ya pussies, no shame
'77 Chevelle, same cocaine
And I'm a balla n G playin in da deck
Out with the nigga, get money and respect
You in name droppin' get u and yo mans wet
Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin

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

(Verse 2: Dro)
Nuttin but a G
Its ya boy Dro right here
You know Ima G, Ey
up on the scene
Bitch I'm than chlorine
Rock comin' Ima probably sell Codene
Shoot a nigga ear off from up the street, no
Work for my cousin down in Florida Doreen
All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack
Tell em again they see it, my wrist on frost
I gotta say how much the mothaf**kin bet cost
30" stretchas on the Escalade lac
Bitch I'm from the projects you miss me wit dat rep talk
me up on Simpson road tearin' up da asphalt
Took alota and walked
Jury, me
Eights on da donk it hard to steering
Swingin' on a nigga, swear I gotta some fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can me at the jewlery
A general and surely man I seem
I got shit locked, tell momma don't worry

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh letter of the (I'm a G)
And in my pocket ain't ever nothin 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 somethin' on
this newest experiment in some next season clothes
I guess that's the reason stop drop tuck and roll
Like an inferno then turn over and the pole
I'm so f**kin' cold I a polar bear frost bite
You see my jewelry, you know what it cost
You see my toolery, it's bigger your arm so
No Tom foolery and you won't see da bomb
a bomb ho, yung joc got da work,
I some bomb dro best thang smokin got da purp
Let me hit em on the chirp, and a rendezvous
We some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the Bombay too
Ooh, you know who's keepin it
Just any thug, gangsta, soulja, or gorilla
I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and off his strips
Cuz when you you don't trip off da hype, that ain't my type

(Chorus x3)
I'm the seventh of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there 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