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 of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket it ain't ever nothin
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 hustlenomic$ piece and forth when the chain swang
I'm blowin' just so I can maintain
I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same
Middle to ya pussies, nigga no shame
'77 Chevelle, color cocaine
And I'm a true balla n G in da deck
Out with the nigga, get money and respect
You in that name droppin' get u and yo wet
I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin wit?

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket it 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 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 chlorine
Rock stop comin' Ima probably sell
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 jack
Tell em they see it, my wrist on jack frost
I ain't gotta say how much the mothaf**kin bet
30" on the Escalade lac cost
Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rep
Catch me up on Simpson tearin' up da asphalt
Took cash and walked
Jury, me
Eights on da donk make it hard to
Swingin' on a nigga, swear I gotta feel fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can me at the jewlery
A general and surely man I pearly
I got this shit locked, tell momma worry

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh letter of the (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there 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 that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll
Like an inferno then turn 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, 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 need some bomb dro best thang got da purp
Let me hit em on the chirp, and a rendezvous
We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't the Bombay too
Ooh, you know who's keepin it
Just any thug, gangsta, soulja, or gorilla
I'll snatch him up by his and strip off his strips
Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da hype, that ain't my

(Chorus x3)
I'm the seventh of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket ain't 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