Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

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

'Cause in the gold is for kings
I got backup to jack up, who try to act up
Do a world tour, watch the big stack up
get dropped with the quickness
I got an ill left and a right make mistakes
And you'll lose or you die 'cause

I'm the wrong Ice for your bruise and no lie
Meanwhile the penile is to the top
my niggaz, mostly for squeezin' triggas
I call 'em homies, call 'em crooks
So I and put bucks on they books

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

the G-style
Gangsta

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

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

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

the G-style
Gangsta

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

Then the beat me sit in the dark
And write a whole fuckin' LP, G Style, the talk
Never soft, hard as a knockout 'bout
It's no sellout, I keep in my rhyme
'Cause it's my thing, packed with and drugs
And of street slang, A B C D E F and LAPD

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

It's the
Gangsta

Many like to dress the style and act
Many motherfuckers are and they crack
I to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't smoke bud
Drink suds but I gets loved, mack,
I scope the freak 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, what's my sport, you think
You think wrong, you got it goin' on, baby
But I won't you no love song, you either love me
Or you don't, either rollin' tonight or you won't
She the style, 'cause it don't bullshit around

in my ear, real slow and then it went down
I gotta flip into a ill mode, pack a full of hype tracks
And then unload for the hardcore beat down
No weak pop shit, underground
And if you don't the style as I get wreck
Ease back nigga, catch a knife the neck

the G-style
Gangsta