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 bitch 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 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 blowin' grandaddy just so I can
I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same
Middle finga to ya pussies, no shame
'77 Chevelle, color cocaine
And I'm a true balla n G in da deck
Out with the young'ns nigga, get 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 seventh letter of the (I'm a G)
And in my pocket it ain't 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
I'm cleaner than chlorine
Rock stop comin' Ima sell Codene
Shoot a nigga ear off up the street, no beam
Work for my down in Florida named Doreen
All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack
em again they see it, my wrist on jack frost
I ain't gotta say how the mothaf**kin bet cost
30" on the Escalade lac cost
Bitch I'm from the you can't miss me wit dat rep talk
me up on Simpson road tearin' up da asphalt
Took cash and walked
Jury, me
Eights on da make it hard to steering
Swingin' on a nigga, swear I gotta feel some
Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the
A general and surely man I pearly
I got this shit locked, tell momma worry

(Chorus x2)
I'm the letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my there 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 newest experiment in some next clothes
I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and
Like an inferno then turn over and suck the
I'm so f**kin' I give a polar bear frost bite
You see my jewelry, you know what it cost
You see my toolery, bigger than your arm so
No Tom foolery and you won't see da bomb
a bomb ho, yung joc got da work,
I need some bomb dro best smokin got da purp
Let me hit em on the chirp, and orchestrate a
We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't the Bombay too
Ooh, you who's keepin it trilla
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 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 ever less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G