Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

Yeah, about now
Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me,
To bust some freestyle 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 card the ace is deuce
So cut the nigga on the 3
me, the motherfuckin', T
I got ride on my surfboard, hard
But only buy the shit that I afford
everything, that's why I truck big fat rings

'Cause in the motherland gold is for
I got backup to up, punks who try to act up
Do a world tour, the big bank stack up
Motherfuckers get dropped the quickness
I got an ill left and a right fist 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
With my niggaz, mostly for triggas
I call 'em homies, call 'em crooks
So I write and put bucks on they

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

It's the
style

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

Every the same 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 flip on the
Move and slip, close the eyes and catch a clip

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

It's the
style

Some of the times, I write my with extreme speed
Some of the times, I take the pen and pads bleed
My mind clicks to homicide, fly, ladies cry
A lot of people die, some nights I can't
at the blue lines, I think, I'm a go blind

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

Words from a motherfuckin' OG, dump
Pumps the sounds that you bump in 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 every street, nigga, straight gangsta beat

the G-style
Gangsta

Many like to dress the and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, smoke bud
suds but I gets 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, what's my sport, you think
You think wrong, you got it on, baby doll
But I sing you no love song, you either love me
Or you don't, you're either rollin' tonight or you
She likes the style, 'cause it bullshit around

Tongue in my ear, real slow and then it went
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, strictly
And if you don't like the as I get wreck
Ease back nigga, catch a through the neck

the G-style
Gangsta