Luyện nghe bài hát Call It Gangster

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

[Chorus: Pablo]
If you don't this gangster, I don't know 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 all a gangster is
If you don't call this gangster, you know what gangster is
I

[Petey
I was so glad...

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

[Too
I know you live the good life
New car, new house, what it look
You'll see it, tryin to be somethin that you're not
You runnin to the car cause you wanna get shot
But at the bar you was
Ain't even no straps in your car, you call the law
got guns, you got a cell phone
Do some gangster shit, and get the on
... You talked all that
But a bunch of ass-whuppins, all y'all get
Actin in the club
You found out you was fuckin some thugs; put them hands on ya
So fast you ain't know happened
Outside seen 'em in a fo' do' cabin
Tryin to kill you, this shit is fool
You survive in the streets if you don't know the rules

[Dolla
Black Continental, suicide golds
Gators hit the flo', I payin at the do'
you fly outside, waitin for the guest list
And to get frisked, it's niggaz like me creepin with
That'll burn ya
I'm at some work, you would open your to kiss
Why you at the bar, off Cris'
No longer courageless, grabbin by the wrist
one, mix wasn't hit, so you wet her clothes
And said BITCH - put it on thick, like in "Training Day"
Not she with a clique, that's aimin at your face
Soon as they get word, hope friends don't desert
And valet got your Benz parked next to the
You a gangster, L7
to bail out, like a nigga in jail stressin
A lesson to be learnt, bout a gangster is
Not only do we deep, so do a gangsteress