Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

Yeah, right 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 dump
With my nigga Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga G
Yeah, we do the shit like

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 that I can't afford
That's everything, that's why I big fat rings

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

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

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

the G-style
style

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

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

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

the G-style
Gangsta

Some of the times, I write my raps extreme speed
Some of the times, I take the pen and make bleed
My clicks to homicide, bullets fly, ladies cry
A lot of people die, some nights I right
Stare at the lines, I think, I'm a go blind

the beat 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
'Cause it's my thing, packed with guns and
And lots of street slang, A B C D E F and

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, sounds out ya jeep
On city street, nigga, straight gangsta beat

It's the
style

Many to dress the style and act hardcore
motherfuckers are and they crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't bud
suds but I gets loved, mack, cool
I scope the freak with the mad
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 long
You think wrong, you got it goin' on, doll
But I won't sing you no 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 flip into a ill mode, pack a clip full of hype tracks
And unload music for the hardcore beat down
No weak pop shit, underground
And if you don't like the as I get wreck
Ease back nigga, catch a through the neck

the G-style
Gangsta