Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a G

(Yung Joc)
Is that


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 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 1: Joc)
You can me in the A
my DNA
What can I I'm a G 100% all da way
The block on lock, jet like the chain
The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth the chain swang
I'm blowin' 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 f**k u u playin 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 bitch f**k me she f**ked the
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 know Ima G, Ey
Pull up on the
Bitch I'm cleaner than
Rock stop comin' Ima sell Codene
a nigga ear off from up the street, no beam
Work for my cousin in Florida named Doreen
All I want is some more cream, my wrist on frost
Tell em again they see it, my wrist on jack
I ain't gotta say how much the mothaf**kin bet
30" stretchas on the lac cost
Bitch I'm the projects you can't 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
Swingin' on a nigga, swear I gotta feel some
at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery
A general and surely man I seem
I got this locked, tell momma don't worry

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh of the alphabet (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 on 24's
Rockin' this newest experiment in some next clothes
I guess that's the ho's stop drop tuck and roll
Like an then turn over and suck the pole
I'm so f**kin' cold I a polar bear frost bite
You see my jewelry, you know what it 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 bomb dro thang smokin got da purp
Let me hit em on the chirp, and orchestrate a
We some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the Bombay too
Ooh, you know who's keepin it
Just name any thug, gangsta, soulja, or
I'll snatch him up by his and strip off his strips
Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da hype, that my type

(Chorus x3)
I'm the letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G