Luyện nghe bài hát Win the G

Yo, O.C., are you to win the G?
The Gusto is home with me
Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you to win the G?
The Gusto is home with me

Yo, O.C., are you to win the G?
The Gusto is home with me
Yo, Knucks, are you ready to win the G?
The is comin' home with me

Comin' home with me, home with me
(Comin' home me)
Rrrahh!

Who got the hardest, MC style, created?
Who got celebrity, status and is underrated?
Who got them two glock that be black and nickel plated?
And blow a nigga's chest out to keep me motivated

My peripheral, sees MC's that nice with these
So all my new be, MC robberies
I got these niggaz shook like, Shake-N-Bake, like
I knock your punk ass out, you up and I show you

What I look like, who's that MC that that he can fuck with
F R E D D I E, excuse me, Bumpy
I don't a fuck, if it's friend or foe
This shit is my job to let you niggaz know so don't it personal

When I stick this verse in you, I know what you gon' do
Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the
Like it's Hoe Avenue tappin' on them pockets
Puttin' tabs on revenue, now, dig this

It's mad, niggaz that be thinkin' they with they flow
It's mad, niggaz that be frontin' like they holdin' dough
It's mad, niggaz that'll me and after the show
'They Don't Be Players' no mo', like Joe

Niggaz, try and at me, with contemporary gangsta
Fusion I'm with the simple shit I'm usin'
Bashin' and bruisin', in charge? Bumpy
Step up in my I leave your forehead lumpy

Yo, O.C., are you to win the G?
The Gusto is comin' with me
Yo, Knucks, are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is home with me

Yo, O.C., are you to win the G?
The Gusto is comin' home me
Yo, Knucks, are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is comin' with me

I bring the pain like a slice to vein, fuck your fame
Platinum and plate don't hold no weight
I be that prophetic soul drainer, ain't a
In his right mind steppin' in my tryin' to take mine

From West coast to East, I'm
Bust the science, better know the ledge
O, see all, I G off, I spot you
Two to my one verse, you go first

You tasteless, face it, I engrave my name in scalp
like Damien, out for world
get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures
I'm just out to figures

Who holds the to be the best
I crunch niggaz with my gold teeth vegetables
deliverance, murder one nemesis
Like a virgin, I snatch innocence

bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up
You turn pussy on the mic when I up
Coca-Cola, a fission soda
you say butter, I'ma say Mazola
Money hold a grudge cold like a polar bear
Thug niggaz Blowin' up spots like a S C U D

Win the G, win the G
Win the G, rah!

Who's that New nigga? Left that be nice like B.I.
G.I., can't see I, see why?
You new poppin' niggaz and you crew niggaz
Step up in my face and Bumpy be, niggaz

If this up in yo' heart, I'ma find it
If you think I'm talkin' to you then just it
I got six behind this even with a vest on
Ya because I aim for the melon

I'm a and I bet you never been in a fight
like you really, never said, "Shit on this mic"
So, if I diss a nigga hustlin' makes me a displayer
And if you buy my record twice that you a two-payer

And if your like Donna Karan that makes her a DK-er
And 'cause I hate your punk ass that don't you no playa
this record business shit, you niggaz is broke as fuck
Smokin' weed woolies while I smoke your luck

And while your flow needs, aid
I just appear on shit and I still get paid
Now, my G nigga?

What niggaz'll think, they made of steel and wanna play
Bitch, MC's find theyself in the grave
I make slaves of niggaz in ways made
Voice an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade

Intense the moment like sex I'm bonin'
Iller than Caligula brainwashed the
I set it, let it be known, beware, better be careful
Who to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?

I smite your ass fast like flash runnin' past your ass
Niggaz'll end up with
But for the moment, I'm zonin' any
I'ma cut it short right now because rap shit we own it

Come up off that cash