Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

The card 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

'Cause in the gold is for kings
I got backup to up, punks 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 fist make mistakes
And you'll lose or you die 'cause

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

I give a fuck a cop or a G man
They all shit, their breath smellin' like semen
I catch 'em in the 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 vest, I take a motherfucker out quick
Just for talkin' shit, rolls, catch hoes like a mitt
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my rocks
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much
Because I with the hardcore G

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

Not in the ghetto no more but I do
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

It's the
style

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

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

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

It's the
Gangsta

Many like to dress the and act hardcore
motherfuckers are and they crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, smoke bud
Drink suds but I gets loved, mack,
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, 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, you're either rollin' or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it don't bullshit

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

It's the
style