Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

Yeah, right now
Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me,
To bust freestyle shit but I don't do that
I just cold up here at the ammo dump
my nigga Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G
Yeah, we do the shit like

The after 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
That's everything, that's why I truck big fat

'Cause in the motherland gold is for
I got to jack up, punks who try to act up
Do a world tour, watch the big stack up
get dropped with the quickness
I got an ill and a right fist make mistakes
And you'll lose or you 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 call 'em homies, pigs call 'em
So I write and put bucks on books

I a fuck about a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, their breath like semen
I 'em in the alley 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 vest, I take a motherfucker out quick
Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my rocks
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get props
Because I roll the hardcore G

Every the same street 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
Move and slip, close the eyes and catch a clip

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

It's the
style

Some of the times, I write my with extreme speed
Some of the times, I take the pen and pads bleed
My mind clicks to homicide, fly, ladies cry
A lot of people die, some nights I right
Stare at the lines, I think, I'm a go blind

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

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

the G-style
Gangsta

like to dress the style and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and they crack
I to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't smoke bud
Drink suds but I gets loved, mack,
I scope the with 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 on, baby doll
But I won't sing you no love song, you either me
Or you don't, either rollin' tonight or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it don't around

in my ear, real slow and then it went down
I flip into a ill mode, pack a clip full of hype tracks
And unload music for the hardcore beat down
No pop shit, strictly underground
And if you don't like the style as I get
Ease back nigga, catch a through the neck

the G-style
Gangsta