Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a G

(Yung Joc)
Is right?


BNT ho!
A G is what a G does bay, my 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 ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she 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 like the chain
The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the swang
I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can
I'm a G and I'll tell ya da same thang
Middle finga to ya pussies, no shame
'77 Chevelle, same cocaine
And I'm a true n G playin in da deck
Out the young'ns nigga, get money and respect
You in name droppin' get u and yo mans wet
Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket it ever nothin less
And if your bitch me she f**ked the rest
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
Pull up on the
Bitch I'm cleaner chlorine
Rock comin' Ima probably sell Codene
Shoot a nigga ear off up the street, no beam
for my cousin down in Florida named Doreen
All I is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost
Tell em again they see it, my wrist on jack
I ain't gotta say how much the bet cost
30" stretchas on the Escalade lac
Bitch I'm from the projects you miss me wit dat rep talk
Catch me up on road tearin' up da asphalt
Took cash and walked
Jury, me
Eights on da donk it hard to steering
on a nigga, swear I gotta feel some fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can me at the jewlery
A and surely man I seem pearly
I got this shit locked, tell momma don't

(Chorus x2)
I'm the letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't nothin less
And if your f**k 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' newest experiment in some next season clothes
I guess that's the ho's stop drop tuck and roll
Like an then turn over and suck the pole
I'm so cold I give a polar bear frost bite
You see my jewelry, you know what it cost
You see my toolery, it's bigger than arm so
No Tom foolery and you see da bomb blow
a bomb ho, yung joc got da work,
I some 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 forget the too
Ooh, you know who's keepin it
name any thug, gangsta, soulja, or gorilla
I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and off his strips
Cuz you trill you don't trip off da hype, that ain't my type

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