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 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 say? I'm a G all da way
The block on lock, jet like the 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 ya bitch da same thang
Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no
'77 Chevelle, color cocaine
And I'm a balla n G playin in da deck
Out with the young'ns nigga, get money and
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 seventh letter of the (I'm a G)
And in my pocket it 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 2: Dro)
but a G baby
Its ya boy Young Dro here
You know Ima G, Ey
up on the scene
Bitch I'm cleaner than
Rock stop comin' Ima probably sell
Shoot a nigga ear off from up the street, no
Work for my down in Florida named Doreen
All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack
Tell em again they see it, my wrist on 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 Simpson road tearin' up da
Took alota cash and
Jury, me
Eights on da make it hard 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, momma don't worry

(Chorus x2)
I'm the letter of the alphabet (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
Rockin' this experiment in some next season clothes
I guess that's the reason 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
Need a bomb ho, 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 meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the too
Ooh, you know keepin it trilla
Just name any thug, gangsta, soulja, or
I'll him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips
Cuz when you trill you trip off da hype, that ain't my type

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