Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

Yeah, right now
Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga me, Ice-T
To bust some freestyle but I don't do that
I just lounge up here at the ammo dump
With my Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G
Yeah, we do the shit this

The after the ace is deuce
So cut the nigga on the 3
me, the motherfuckin', T
I got on my surfboard, rhyme hard
But only buy the shit that I afford
That's everything, that's why I truck big fat

in the motherland gold is for kings
I got to jack up, punks who try to act up
Do a world tour, watch the big bank up
Motherfuckers get dropped with the
I got an ill left and a right make mistakes
And you'll lose or you might die

I'm the wrong Ice for your and that's no lie
Meanwhile the is stacked to the top
With my niggaz, for squeezin' triggas
I call 'em homies, pigs 'em crooks
So I write and put bucks on books

I give a about a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, their breath smellin' semen
I 'em in the alley all alone
Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the

It's the
Gangsta

G style, the talk, I got a Teflon .9
And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out
Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my rocks
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much
Because I roll the hardcore G

Every street's the same to me
I don't bullshit, I don't writin' a rhyme fit
K K K pray each day I get hit
Motherfuckers try to on the Icepick
Move and slip, close the eyes and catch a fuckin'

Not in the no more but I do hang
Got a black game and sittin' on them thangs
I kick the from the street not the slamma
Tighten up my knockas a big lead hammer

It's the
style

Some of the times, I my raps with extreme speed
Some of the times, I take the pen and make bleed
My mind clicks to homicide, bullets fly, cry
A lot of people die, nights I can't right
Stare at the blue lines, I think, I'm a go

Then the becomes me sit in the dark
And write a fuckin' LP, G Style, the gangsta talk
near soft, hard as a knockout 'bout
It's no sellout, I keep in my rhyme
it's my thing, packed with guns and drugs
And lots of slang, A B C D E F and LAPD

Words from a OG, ammo dump
Pumps the that you bump in your trunk
So turn it up punk, 'fraid of? What'cha made of?
the pin, set the grenade off, blastin' sounds out ya jeep
On every street, nigga, straight gangsta beat

It's the
style

Many to dress the style and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't bud
Drink suds but I loved, mack, cool
I scope the with the mad backs
Hit her with the style, cool, relaxed, bam

Put her in the Benz, bump, Too Short, let her
Right off the top, my sport, you think long
You wrong, you got it goin' on, baby doll
But I sing you no love song, you either love me
Or you don't, you're either tonight or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it bullshit around

Tongue in my ear, slow and then it went down
I gotta flip into a ill mode, pack a clip full of hype
And then unload music for the hardcore beat
No weak pop shit, underground
And if you like the style as I get wreck
Ease back nigga, catch a knife the neck

the G-style
Gangsta