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 is comin' home with 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' with me

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

Who got the hardest, MC style, ever
Who got celebrity, status and is underrated?
Who got them two glock nines that be and nickel plated?
And I'll blow a chest out to keep me motivated

My peripheral, sees MC's that ain't nice these
So all my new be, MC robberies
I got these shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like
I knock your ass out, wake you up and I show you

What I like, who's that MC that thinks that he can fuck with
F R E D D I E, excuse me, Knucks
I don't give a fuck, if it's or foe
This shit is my job to let you niggaz know so don't take it

When I stick this verse in you, I know what you gon' do
Even if you get your crew I'll through the stage
Like it's Hoe Stroll Avenue tappin' on them
tabs on your revenue, now, dig this

It's mad, niggaz that be thinkin' 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, with gangsta
Fusion I'm smashin' the simple shit I'm usin'
Bashin' and bruisin', in charge? Bumpy
Step up in my face I leave your 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 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 to your vein, fuck your fame
Platinum and gold plate don't no weight
I be that soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker
In his right mind steppin' in my cipher tryin' to mine

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

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

Who the threshold to be the best
I niggaz with my gold teeth like vegetables
Carnivorous deliverance, murder one
Like a virgin, I your innocence

Talkin' bank robberies you rhyme, hold up
You pussy on the mic when I roll up
Coca-Cola, a fission soda
While you say butter, say Mazola
Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar
Thug niggaz what? 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 can't see I, see
You new poppin' niggaz and you crew hoppin'
Step up in my face and Bumpy be, niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

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

Come up off that nigga