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 cold lounge up here at the ammo dump
With my Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga 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 on my surfboard, rhyme hard
But buy the shit that I can't afford
That's everything, that's why I truck big fat

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

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

I a fuck about 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, ride rolls, catch hoes a mitt
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much
I roll 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
Motherfuckers try to on the Icepick
Move and slip, close the eyes and catch a fuckin'

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

It's the
Gangsta

Some of the times, I write my with extreme speed
of the times, I take the pen and make pads bleed
My mind 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 my thing, packed with guns and drugs
And lots of street slang, A B C D E F and

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

It's the
Gangsta

Many to dress the style and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and they crack
I to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't smoke bud
Drink suds but I loved, mack, cool
I scope the freak the mad backs
Hit her the gangsta 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 won't sing you no love song, you love me
Or you don't, either rollin' tonight or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it bullshit around

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

It's the
style