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 home with me

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

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

Who got the hardest, MC style, created?
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, MC's that ain't nice with these
So all my new rivalries'll be, MC
I got these niggaz shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook
I knock your punk ass out, 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 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

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

Niggaz, try and at me, with contemporary gangsta
I'm smashin' with the simple shit I'm usin'
Bashin' and bruisin', who's in Bumpy
Step up in my I leave your forehead 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 Gusto is home with 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

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

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

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

Who holds the threshold to be the
I crunch niggaz my gold teeth like vegetables
Carnivorous deliverance, one nemesis
Like a virgin, I snatch your

bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up
You turn pussy on the mic I roll up
Coca-Cola, a fission like
you say butter, I'ma say Mazola
Money folder hold a grudge cold like a bear
Thug niggaz 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., niggaz see I, see why?
You new poppin' niggaz and you crew 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 then just it
I got six shots behind this even with a on
Ya because I aim for the melon

I'm a and I bet you never been in a fight
Kinda like you really, never said, "Shit on mic"
So, if I diss a nigga hustlin' that makes me a
And if you buy my twice that makes you a two-payer

And if your girl Donna Karan that makes her a DK-er
And 'cause I your punk ass that don't make you no playa
Without this record business shit, you niggaz is as fuck
Smokin' smokin' woolies while I smoke your luck

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

What niggaz'll think, they made of steel and wanna play
Bitch, MC's will theyself in the grave
I make slaves of niggaz in ways made
Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a

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

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

Come up off cash nigga