Luyện nghe bài hát Win the G

Yo, O.C., are you to win the G?
The Gusto is home with me
Yo, Knucks, are you ready 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, 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 blow a nigga's chest out to keep me

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, like
I knock your ass out, wake you up and I show you

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

It's mad, niggaz that be thinkin' they nice with 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 no mo', like Joe

Niggaz, try and at me, with contemporary gangsta
Fusion I'm smashin' with the simple shit I'm
Bashin' and bruisin', in charge? Bumpy
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, 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, Bumpy Knucks, are you to win the G?
The Gusto is comin' home me

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

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

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

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

bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up
You turn on the mic when I roll up
Coca-Cola, a like soda
While you say butter, say Mazola
Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar
Thug niggaz what? Blowin' up spots a S C U D

Win the G, win the G
Win the G, rah!

Who's New York nigga? Left 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 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 even with a vest 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 Karan that makes her a DK-er
And 'cause I hate your punk ass that don't make you no
Without this record shit, you niggaz is broke as fuck
Smokin' weed smokin' woolies I smoke your luck

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

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

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

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

Come up off that cash