Luyện nghe bài hát Win the G

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

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

Who got the hardest, MC style, created?
Who got celebrity, and is still underrated?
Who got them two glock nines that be black and plated?
And I'll blow a chest out to keep me motivated

My peripheral, sees MC's that ain't nice these
So all my new rivalries'll be, MC
I got these niggaz shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook
I your punk ass out, wake 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, me, Bumpy Knucks
I don't give a fuck, if friend or foe
This shit is my job to let you niggaz know so take it personal

When I stick this verse in you, I don't what you gon' do
Even if you get crew I'll walk through the stage
Like it's Hoe Stroll Avenue tappin' on pockets
Puttin' tabs on your revenue, now, dig

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

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

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

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

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

You tasteless, it, I engrave my name in your scalp
Damien, out for world domination
Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666
I'm just out to make

Who the threshold to be the best
I crunch with my gold teeth like vegetables
deliverance, murder one nemesis
Like a virgin, I snatch your

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

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

Who's that New York nigga? that be nice like B.I.
G.I., niggaz can't see I, see
You new poppin' and you crew hoppin' niggaz
up in my face and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggaz

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

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

And if your girl like Donna Karan that makes her a
And 'cause I hate your punk ass that make you no playa
Without this record business shit, you niggaz is broke as
Smokin' weed smokin' woolies while I your luck

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

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

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

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

Come up off cash nigga