Luyện nghe bài hát Call It Gangster

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

Petey Pablo]
If you don't call this gangster, I don't what a gangster is
If you call this gangster, you don't know what gangster is
it's one thing to be real, but real ain't all a gangster is
If you don't this gangster, you don't know what gangster is
I

[Petey
I was so glad...

I only smoke with the folks that came in when I in
I don't smoke with bitches cause I know where they mouth been
Dawg I'm a celebrity, I got fans, I don't need
I don't security, cause they ain't checked me when I came in
All that you impressed with, is I already did
The life you to emulate, that's the life I live
Dream house, car, quarter past that
That money you makin, was my champagne tab
Dawg, that's yo' girl? Be cool,
I just need her tonight, call the phone, you can get her
You gon' ball then ball, you mack then mack
Your mouth one thang, but your action don't say that
You told me all aboutcha, and I ain't asked
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 wanna 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 you don't wanna get shot
But at the bar you was
Ain't even no in your car, you better call the law
got guns, you got a cell phone
Do some shit, and get the hell 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 with 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 real
You won't in the streets if you don't know the rules

[Dolla
Black Continental, suicide golds
Gators hit the flo', I payin at the do'
While you fly outside, for the guest list
And to get frisked, it's niggaz like me with heat
That'll ya crisp
I'm at some work, you would open your to kiss
Why you at the bar, roused off
No longer courageless, hoes by the wrist
Chose one, mix hit, so you wet her clothes
And BITCH - put it on thick, like Lonzo 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 Benz parked next to the curb
You a gangster, L7
Quick to bail out, like a in jail stressin
A lesson to be learnt, what a gangster is
Not do we roll deep, so do a gangsteress