Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

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

The card the ace is deuce
So cut the loose on the 3
me, the motherfuckin', T
I got ride on my surfboard, rhyme
But only buy the shit that I afford
That's everything, that's why I truck big fat

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

I'm the wrong Ice for bruise 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 bucks on they

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

the G-style
Gangsta

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

Every street's the 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 clip

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

the G-style
Gangsta

Some of the times, I write my raps extreme speed
Some of the times, I the pen and make pads bleed
My mind to homicide, bullets fly, ladies 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 LP, G Style, the gangsta talk
near soft, hard as a knockout 'bout
It's no sellout, I keep crime in my
'Cause it's my thing, packed with guns and
And of street slang, A B C D E F and LAPD

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

It's the
Gangsta

Many like to dress the style and act
Many are and they crack jaws
I to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't smoke bud
Drink suds but I loved, mack, cool
I scope the with the mad backs
Hit her the gangsta style, cool, relaxed, bam

Put her in the Benz, bump, Too Short, let her
Right off the top, what's my sport, you think
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 rollin' tonight or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it bullshit around

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

It's the
style