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 Gusto is comin' home me

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

Who got the hardest, MC style, ever
Who got celebrity, status and is still
Who got them two glock that be black and nickel plated?
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 be, MC robberies
I got these niggaz like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like
I knock punk ass out, wake you up and I show you

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

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

Niggaz, try and come at me, with gangsta
Fusion I'm smashin' the simple shit I'm usin'
Bashin' and bruisin', who's in charge?
up in my face I leave 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, Bumpy Knucks, are you to win the G?
The is comin' home with me

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

From West coast to East, I'm
the science, niggaz 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 engrave my in your scalp
like Damien, out for domination
Don't get me wrong, I represent 666 figures
I'm out to make figures

Who holds the threshold to be the
I crunch niggaz with my teeth like 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 like soda
you say butter, I'ma say Mazola
Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar
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 nice B.I.
G.I., can't see I, see why?
You new poppin' niggaz and you crew hoppin'
Step up in my face and be, 2Pa-cin niggaz

If this bitch up in yo' heart, find it
If you think I'm to you then 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 been in a
Kinda like you really, 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 like Donna Karan that makes her a DK-er
And 'cause I hate your punk ass that don't make you no
Without this record business shit, you is broke as fuck
Smokin' weed smokin' woolies while I smoke luck

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

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

Come up off cash nigga