Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

Yeah, about now
Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga me, Ice-T
To bust freestyle shit but I don't do that
I just 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 after the ace is
So cut the loose on the 3
me, the motherfuckin', T
I got on my surfboard, rhyme hard
But only buy the shit I can't afford
That's everything, why I truck big fat rings

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

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

I a fuck about a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, their breath 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 gangsta talk, I got a .9
And it vest, I take 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 much
Because I with the hardcore G

Every the same street to me
I bullshit, I don't quit writin' 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 no more but I do hang
Got a black game and it's on them thangs
I the game from the street not the slamma
Tighten up my knockas a big lead hammer

the G-style
Gangsta

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

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

Words a motherfuckin' OG, ammo dump
Pumps the sounds you bump in your trunk
So turn it up punk, what'cha 'fraid of? 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 to dress the style and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and 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 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, 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' or you won't
She likes the style, it don't bullshit around

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

the G-style
Gangsta