Luyện nghe bài hát Win the G

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 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' with me)
Rrrahh!

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

My peripheral, sees that ain't nice with these
So all my new be, MC robberies
I got niggaz shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like
I knock your punk ass out, wake you up and I you

What I look like, who's that MC that thinks that he can fuck
F R E D D I E, excuse me, Bumpy
I don't give a fuck, if it's or foe
shit is my job to let you niggaz know so don't take 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 Hoe Stroll Avenue tappin' on them pockets
Puttin' on your revenue, now, dig this

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

Niggaz, try and at me, with contemporary gangsta
Fusion I'm smashin' with the simple I'm usin'
Bashin' and bruisin', in charge? Bumpy
Step up in my face I 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 is comin' home with me

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 comin' with me

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

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

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

Who holds the threshold to be the
I crunch niggaz with my teeth like vegetables
Carnivorous deliverance, murder one
a virgin, I snatch your innocence

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

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

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

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

I'm a felon and I bet you never in a fight
Kinda 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 that makes you a two-payer

And if girl like Donna Karan that makes her a DK-er
And 'cause I hate your punk ass that make you no playa
this record business shit, you niggaz is broke as fuck
Smokin' weed woolies while I smoke your luck

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

What niggaz'll think, they made of steel and wanna brave?
Bitch, will find theyself in the grave
I slaves of niggaz in ways never made
like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade

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

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

Come up off that cash