Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a G

(Yung Joc)
Is right?


BNT ho!
A G is what a G bay, my momma told me dat
BNT ho!
Dro, Bun-B, Joc..let's go

(Chorus)
I'm the letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket it ain't ever less
And if your f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G

(Verse 1: Joc)
You can me in the A
my DNA
What can I say? I'm a G all da way
The block on lock, jet the chain gang
The hustlenomic$ piece and forth when the chain swang
I'm blowin' grandaddy so I can maintain
I'm a G and I'll ya bitch da same thang
Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no
'77 Chevelle, color cocaine
And I'm a true n G playin in da deck
Out with the young'ns nigga, get and respect
You in that droppin' get u and yo mans wet
Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u u playin wit?

(Chorus x2)
I'm the letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket it ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G

(Verse 2: Dro)
but a G baby
Its ya boy Young Dro here
You Ima G, Ey Look
up on the scene
Bitch I'm than chlorine
Rock stop comin' Ima sell Codene
Shoot a nigga ear off from up the street, no
Work for my cousin down in named Doreen
All I want is some more cream, my wrist on frost
Tell em they see it, my wrist on jack frost
I ain't gotta say how much the mothaf**kin bet
30" stretchas on the Escalade lac
Bitch I'm from the you can't miss me wit dat rep talk
Catch me up on Simpson road up da asphalt
Took alota and walked
Jury, me
Eights on da make it hard to steering
Swingin' on a nigga, I gotta feel some fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can me at the jewlery
A general and surely man I seem
I got this shit locked, tell momma worry

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't nothin less
And if your bitch me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G

(Verse 3: Bun-B)
You see me hop out of a '08 on 24's
Rockin' this newest experiment in some season clothes
I guess the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll
Like an inferno then turn and suck the pole
I'm so f**kin' cold I give a polar frost bite
You see my jewelry, you what it cost right?
You see my toolery, it's than your arm so
No Tom foolery and you see da bomb blow
Need a ho, yung joc got da work,
I need bomb dro best thang smokin got da purp
Let me hit em on the chirp, and orchestrate a
We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't the Bombay too
Ooh, you who's keepin it trilla
name any thug, gangsta, soulja, or gorilla
I'll him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips
Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da hype, that ain't my

(Chorus x3)
I'm the letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin
And if bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G