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 comin' home me

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

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

Who got the hardest, MC style, created?
Who got celebrity, status and is still
Who got them two glock nines that be black and nickel
And I'll 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 niggaz shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook
I knock your 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, excuse me, Bumpy
I don't give a fuck, if friend 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 the stage
Like it's Hoe Avenue tappin' on them pockets
Puttin' tabs on revenue, now, dig this

It's mad, niggaz that be they nice with they flow
It's mad, niggaz that be frontin' like they some dough
It's mad, niggaz that'll me and after the show
'They Wanna Be Players' no mo', like Joe

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

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 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' home me

I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, your fame
Platinum and gold plate don't hold no
I be that prophetic drainer, ain't 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 to my one verse, you go first

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

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

Talkin' bank robberies when you rhyme, up
You turn pussy on the mic I roll up
Coca-Cola, a fission soda
you say butter, I'ma say Mazola
Money 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!

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

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

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' that me a displayer
And if you buy my record twice that 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 shit, you niggaz is broke as fuck
Smokin' weed 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 will find theyself in the
I make slaves of in ways never made
Voice like an Ox or yet sharp as a blade

Intense the moment like sex I'm bonin'
Iller Caligula brainwashed the Romans
I set it, let it be known, better beware, be careful
Who dared to oppose my 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
cut it short right now because this rap shit we own it

Come up off cash nigga