Luyện nghe bài hát Win the G

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

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 is comin' home with me

Comin' home with me, comin' home me
(Comin' home 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 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 like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like
I your punk ass out, wake you up and I show you

What I look like, who's that MC that thinks that he can with
F R E D D I E, excuse me, Knucks
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 don't what you gon' do
Even if you get your I'll walk through the stage
Like it's Hoe Stroll Avenue tappin' on them
Puttin' on your revenue, now, dig this

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

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

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 is comin' 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' home 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, a motherfucker
In his right mind steppin' in my tryin' to take mine

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

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

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 on the mic when I roll up
Coca-Cola, a fission soda
While you say butter, say Mazola
Money hold a grudge cold like a polar 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' niggaz and you crew hoppin'
Step up in my face and Bumpy be, niggaz

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

I'm a and I bet you never been 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 makes you a

And if your girl like Donna Karan that makes her a
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 smokin' woolies while I smoke your

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

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

Intense the like sex when I'm bonin'
Iller than Caligula brainwashed the
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 fast like flash runnin' past ass
end up with whiplash
But for the moment, I'm any opponents
I'ma cut it short right now because rap shit we own it

Come up off cash nigga