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 nigga Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga G
Yeah, we do the shit like

The card the ace is deuce
So cut the loose on the 3
me, the motherfuckin', T
I got ride on my surfboard, hard
But only buy the that I can't afford
everything, that's why I truck big fat rings

'Cause in the motherland is for kings
I got backup to up, punks who try to act up
Do a world tour, watch the big bank up
get dropped with the quickness
I got an ill left and a right make mistakes
And you'll lose or you might die

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

I give a 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 eats vest, I take a out quick
Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, hoes like a mitt
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my rocks
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much
Because I roll with the G

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

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

It's the
style

Some of the times, I write my raps with extreme
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
Stare at the blue lines, I think, I'm a go

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

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

It's the
Gangsta

Many to dress the style and act hardcore
Many are and they crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, smoke bud
Drink 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 wrong, you got it goin' on, baby 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, it don't bullshit around

Tongue in my ear, real and then it went down
I gotta flip into a ill mode, a clip full of hype 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, catch a through the neck

It's the
style