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 cold lounge up at the ammo dump
With my nigga Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my Henry G
Yeah, we do the like this

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

'Cause in the motherland 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 left and a fist make mistakes
And you'll or you might die 'cause

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

I give a about a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, their breath smellin' semen
I catch 'em in the alley all
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 motherfucker out
Just for talkin' shit, 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 street's the street to me
I don't bullshit, I don't quit writin' a fit
K K K each day that I get hit
Motherfuckers try to on the Icepick
Move and slip, close the and catch a fuckin' clip

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

It's the
Gangsta

Some of the times, I write my raps with speed
Some of the times, I take the pen and make pads
My mind clicks to homicide, bullets fly, cry
A lot of die, some nights I can't right
Stare at the blue lines, I think, I'm a go

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

Words from a motherfuckin' OG, dump
the sounds that you bump in your 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 beat

It's the
style

Many like to dress the style and act
Many motherfuckers are and they crack
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't bud
Drink but I gets loved, mack, cool
I scope the freak 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, my sport, you think long
You think wrong, you got it goin' on, baby
But I won't sing you no love song, you love me
Or you don't, you're either tonight 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 full of hype tracks
And then unload for the hardcore beat down
No weak pop shit, underground
And if you don't the style as I get wreck
Ease back nigga, catch a knife the neck

It's the
Gangsta