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, Bumpy Knucks, are you to win the G?
The is comin' home with me

Comin' home with me, home with me
(Comin' home 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 I'll blow a chest out to keep me motivated

My peripheral, MC's that ain't nice with these
So all my new be, MC robberies
I got these niggaz shook like, Shake-N-Bake, like
I knock 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 give a fuck, if it's friend or foe
This is my job to let you niggaz know so don't take it personal

When I stick this in you, I don't know what you gon' do
Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the
Like it's Hoe Stroll Avenue tappin' on them
tabs 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 come at me, contemporary gangsta
Fusion I'm smashin' with the simple shit I'm
Bashin' and bruisin', who's in Bumpy
Step up in my face I your forehead lumpy

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 home with me

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

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

From West coast to East, I'm
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, it, I engrave 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 figures

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

Talkin' bank robberies when you rhyme, up
You pussy on the mic when I roll up
Coca-Cola, a like soda
While you say butter, I'ma say
Money hold a grudge cold like a polar bear
niggaz 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? Left that be like B.I.
G.I., can't see I, see why?
You new poppin' niggaz and you crew niggaz
Step up in my face and be, 2Pa-cin niggaz

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

I'm a felon and I bet you never been in a
like 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 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
Without this record business shit, you niggaz is broke as
Smokin' weed smokin' woolies while I smoke luck

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

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

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

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

up off that cash nigga