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 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 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 the chain gang
The hustlenomic$ piece back and when the chain swang
I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can
I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same
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 droppin' get u and yo wet
Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u wit?

(Chorus x2)
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 f**ked the
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 cleaner chlorine
Rock stop comin' Ima sell Codene
Shoot a nigga ear off from up the street, no
Work for my cousin down in named Doreen
All I want is more cream, my wrist on jack frost
Tell em again they see it, my wrist on frost
I ain't say how much the mothaf**kin bet cost
30" stretchas on the Escalade lac
Bitch I'm from the projects you can't me wit dat rep talk
Catch me up on Simpson road up da asphalt
Took alota and walked
Jury, me
Eights on da make it hard to steering
Swingin' on a nigga, swear I gotta feel fury
at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery
A and surely man I seem pearly
I got this shit locked, tell don't worry

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh letter of the (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

(Verse 3: Bun-B)
You see me hop out of a '08 on 24's
Rockin' this newest experiment in next season clothes
I guess that's the reason ho's drop tuck and roll
Like an inferno turn over and suck the pole
I'm so f**kin' cold I give a polar frost bite
You see my jewelry, you know what it right?
You see my toolery, bigger 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 orchestrate a
We meet some boppas, bottles, and forget 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 strip off his
Cuz you trill 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