Luyện nghe bài hát American Gangsta

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American gangster, US
Home of the and in God we trust
I'm a American gangster, US hustler
Home of the and in God we trust
I'm a

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Chi-Town
Because I got to rep the to the death
Annihilate them till I don't see nothing
Remember I it for the bitches
Now I'm spitting for the
Hat to the right
Hat cocked to the
it's a formal
It's a on your chest
I spit it for the
And the for the
And for the Crips and for the
I'm an American dream
I role to the
With the souls and the
And the a kings and the 2-16
Millimeter bullets for the niggas
Trying to do
They really want to see how psycho I can get
I really see a motherfucker stopping this
Trying to at you and the apocalypse
.40 cal will you screaming, "I don't want to die!"
I am nauseous with the fake thugs
So love
To the real G's and under
To the niggas in the caller
got into it big
To get nobody gave us
We was born this system
So be mad at what you made us
Pull the pistol and it and bust in the sky
One for the US
For turning my to gangsters
getting money is what they do best
Hard to fight like I did like Al Capone
is bosses
K-Town is the motherfucking
The Rock is the company, and step into my office

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Forever see me in a
Got work but you see me in a pack
A motherfucker say he never me with a strap
And I heard a motherfucker say he see me in the hood
Little I don't see you
Because my hood is worldwide
And getting is what we do
Make your knee joints lock I freak you
Hit the 3 point like Hedo
Turkoglu up in the
You killing the game Pac
Nigga we Glocks like he do, see you
No one will I'm the maker of the Midwest
I'm for real?
in the middle
I I'm like Shaquille
You can go on like you feel
know the hands I like to kill
But if you can hit me the bangs
Little cheap for shit, let's the deal
Got my psychos in the city rolling me
Always ready bust a cap at the like do
I can bury your bodies like an
Because I'm a cannibal, I eat a nigga food
Ripping through your flesh so I can devour your
Music is my
But if the rapping get you
I hit this head the back of the pistol until this bitch nigga lay down
And no competition I had to be a twig?
coming for me gangster
I'ma get it time I want to get it
I'm living
It's a F5'

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