Luyện nghe bài hát Call It Gangster

[Petey
I was so glad, when they said me
Let us go the house, of the gangsters

[Chorus: Petey
If you don't call this gangster, I don't what a gangster is
If you don't call this gangster, you don't what gangster is
Said it's one thing to be real, but real ain't all a is
If you don't call gangster, you don't know what gangster is
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[Petey
I was so glad...

I only smoke with the that came in when I came in
I don't smoke with bitches I don't know where they mouth been
Dawg I'm a celebrity, I got fans, I need friends
I don't need security, cause they ain't checked me I came in
All that you with, is what I already did
The life you choose to emulate, that's the I live
Dream house, dream car, quarter past
That that you makin, was my champagne tab
Dawg, yo' girl? Be cool, relax
I just need her tonight, call the phone, you can get her
You ball then ball, you gon' mack then mack
Your mouth sayin one thang, but your action don't say
You told me all aboutcha, and I ain't even
at ya, nervous, jittery, can't stare me in the eyes can ya?
Real recognize real, you deceive a gangster
Short Dawg, Pab', what was y'all thankin?

[Too
I know you live the good life
New car, new house, what it look
never see it, tryin to be somethin that you're not
You runnin to the car you don't wanna get shot
But at the bar you was
Ain't even no straps in your car, you call the law
They got guns, you got a cell
Do some gangster shit, and get the on
... You all that shit
But a of ass-whuppins, that's all y'all get
tough in the club
You found out you was fuckin with some put them hands on ya
So fast you know what happened
Outside seen 'em in a fo' do' cabin
to kill you, this shit is real fool
You survive in the streets if you don't know the rules

[Dolla
Uhh; Black Continental, suicide
hit the flo', I ain't payin at the do'
While you fly outside, for the guest list
And to get frisked, it's niggaz like me creepin heat
burn ya crisp
I'm at some work, you would open your mouth to
Why you at the bar, off Cris'
No longer courageless, hoes by the wrist
one, mix wasn't hit, so you wet her clothes
And said BITCH - put it on thick, Lonzo in "Training Day"
Not she with a clique, that's aimin at your face
Soon as they get word, hope your friends desert
And got your Benz parked next to the curb
You a gangster, L7
Quick to out, like a nigga in jail stressin
A lesson to be learnt, what a gangster is
Not only do we roll deep, so do a