Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

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

'Cause in the motherland is for kings
I got backup to jack up, who try to act up
Do a world tour, watch the big stack up
Motherfuckers get with the quickness
I got an ill left and a right fist mistakes
And you'll lose or you die 'cause

I'm the wrong Ice for bruise and that's no lie
Meanwhile the is stacked to the top
With my niggaz, mostly for triggas
I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em
So I write and put on they books

I give a fuck a cop or a G man
They all shit, their breath smellin' like 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 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 street's the same to me
I don't bullshit, I quit writin' a rhyme fit
K K K pray day that I get hit
Motherfuckers try to flip on the
Move and slip, the eyes and catch a fuckin' clip

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

It's the
Gangsta

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

Then the beat becomes me sit in the
And write a whole fuckin' LP, G Style, the talk
near soft, hard as a knockout 'bout
It's no sellout, I crime in my rhyme
'Cause it's my thing, packed with guns and
And lots of slang, A B C D E F and LAPD

Words from a motherfuckin' OG, ammo
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, sounds out ya jeep
On every city street, nigga, straight beat

the G-style
Gangsta

Many like to dress the and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, smoke bud
Drink suds but I loved, mack, cool
I the freak with the mad backs
Hit her with the style, cool, relaxed, bam

Put her in the Benz, bump, Too Short, let her
off the top, what's my sport, you think long
You think wrong, you got it goin' on, doll
But I won't sing you no song, you either love me
Or you don't, you're either tonight or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it don't around

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

the G-style
Gangsta