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' home me

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

home with me, comin' 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 glock nines that be black and 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 rivalries'll be, MC
I got these shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like
I knock your ass out, wake you up and I show you

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

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

It's mad, niggaz that be thinkin' they nice with they
It's mad, niggaz be frontin' 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 come at me, with contemporary
Fusion I'm smashin' with the simple shit I'm
Bashin' and bruisin', in charge? Bumpy
Step up in my face I leave your forehead

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 comin' with me

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

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

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

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

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

Talkin' bank robberies when you rhyme, up
You pussy on the mic when I roll up
Coca-Cola, a fission like
While you say butter, I'ma say
folder 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!

that New York 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 and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggaz

If bitch up in yo' heart, I'ma find it
If you I'm talkin' to you then just rewind it
I got six shots this even 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 that makes me a displayer
And if you buy my record twice makes you a two-payer

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

And while flow needs, medical aid
I just appear on niggaz shit and I get paid
Now, where's my G

What niggaz'll think, they made of steel and play brave?
Bitch, MC's find theyself in the grave
I make of niggaz in ways never made
Voice an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade

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

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

up off that cash nigga