Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

Yeah, about now
Motherfuckers is for a nigga like me, Ice-T
To bust some shit but I don't do that
I just lounge up here at the ammo dump
With my nigga Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga G
Yeah, we do the like this

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

'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 bank up
Motherfuckers get dropped the quickness
I got an ill left and a right fist mistakes
And lose 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 call 'em homies, call 'em crooks
So I write and put on they books

I a fuck about a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, breath smellin' like semen
I catch 'em in the all alone
Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the

the G-style
Gangsta

G style, the talk, I got a Teflon .9
And it vest, I take a motherfucker out quick
Just for shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my rocks
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much
Because I roll the hardcore G

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

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

the G-style
Gangsta

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

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

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

the G-style
Gangsta

Many to dress the style and act hardcore
motherfuckers are and they crack jaws
I to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't smoke bud
Drink but I gets loved, mack, cool
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, what's my sport, you long
You wrong, you got it goin' on, baby doll
But I won't sing you no love song, you love me
Or you don't, you're either rollin' tonight or you
She likes the style, 'cause it don't bullshit

Tongue in my ear, real slow and it went down
I gotta flip into a ill mode, pack a clip full of hype
And then unload music for the hardcore down
No weak pop shit, underground
And if you like the style as I get wreck
Ease back nigga, a knife through the neck

the G-style
Gangsta