Luyện nghe bài hát G Boy Stance

Yeah man, when I get old and
With my and shit
I tell 'em, yo' I was down with them
Yo guess

I'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy
Don't get it up, I'm a grown ass man
gam,e nuttin' changed, we gon' do it like we used ta'
Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P ya'

tear down the pretty shit
Build up the nigga for our kind of niggaz
Dem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya', clap the shit ya'
to you my nigga, we proud of ya'

Let's get it goin', you go, Billy Danze
Fizzy Wo', good to see you still
we ain't gon' leave you hangin'
I don't know what you've saggin' on
You've been money on

But up, that's fucked up
Nigga get gone, we don't cruise on 'em when we on 'em
Keep it rugged, never on 'em
Drop jewels on 'em, grip on 'em
And braise of these Y.G.'s
Wannabe Mo. P's, claimin' O.G.'s

If ya'll get back, you gon' get yo' ass put on chill
Get a filled and catch a raw deal
Since money make your go 'round, that's true
And money make you do the dumb that you do

Who want two? The fuck is wit'chu?
How you switch your character
And turn your back on your

Weak niggaz fall
niggaz will fail
Live niggaz
Yes, yes,

I'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy
get it fucked up, I'm a grown ass man
Same game, nuttin' changed, we gon' do it we used ta'
Fo' my that can relate, Mo. P salute ya'

Let's down the pretty shit
Build up the shit for our kind of niggaz
Dem niggaz that'll slap the shit ya', clap the shit outta ya'
Here's to you my nigga we of ya'

I spit that old school shit like Shabazz
This is not a facade, it's the baby boy of Leon and Mrs. Barnard
My other half, the illest voice of today
It's the boy of Big Frank and Mrs. Hattie May

Okay, you with the real motherfuckers
Okay, from Capitol Hill motherfucker
Crooklyn Crime town, one seven one
Home of the one eight seven bitch, who want my Hancock?

I ain't talkin' no autograph written, fuck a
I'm handin' out ass whuppin'
Y'all niggaz know than to try that ol' bullshit
Def Jam Vendetta

Run on up like [Incomprehensible] got you
And get the fuck on up, nigga
It's a rude boy
M.O.P., Fizzy Yoski Woski, holla at me

I'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy
Don't get it up, I'm a grown ass man
Same game, nuttin' changed, we do it like we used ta'
Fo' my that can relate, Mo. P salute ya'

tear down the pretty shit
Build up the shit for our kind of niggaz
Dem that'll slap the shit outta ya', clap the shit outta ya'
Here's to you my nigga we of ya'

Aiyyo, William and Womack, y'all talk about throwbacks
Me and the homey go back like [Incomprehensible],
Yeah, nigga hold that, you know we gon' that
Come back for the hood in the hooptie

Y'all control that, you niggaz is so whack
Your rugged rap feels a floozy nigga
You niggaz need to that me and the homey run rap
You know where the show at, shoot me nigga

me nigga, salute it's me
Big Boogie rookie from M.O.P., squeeze
What it's gon' be, I'll stomp, you
The A.K, aiy, Shareetha Lynch, I'm you a hint

To get it'll take a sense
I'll come through the illest part of town when I'm
And no fear, you know she O G
You and homies can hold these

I'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy
Don't get it fucked up, I'm a ass man
Same game, nuttin' changed, we gon' do it like we ta'
Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P ya'

Let's tear down the pretty
Build up the nigga shit for our of niggaz
Dem niggaz that'll slap the outta ya', clap the shit outta ya'
Here's to you my nigga we of ya'