Luyện nghe bài hát Call It Gangster

[Petey
I was so glad, when said unto 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 know 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 don't what gangster is
I

[Petey
I was so glad...

I only smoke with the folks that came in when I in
I smoke with bitches cause I don't know where they mouth been
Dawg I'm a celebrity, I got fans, I need friends
I don't security, cause they ain't checked me when I came in
All that you impressed with, is what I did
The life you to emulate, that's the life I live
Dream house, dream car, quarter past
money 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 gon' then ball, you gon' mack then mack
Your mouth sayin one thang, but action don't say that
You told me all aboutcha, and I even asked
at ya, nervous, jittery, can't stare 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 wanna live the life
New car, new house, what it look
never 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 in your car, you better call the law
got guns, you got a cell phone
Do gangster shit, and get the hell on
... You talked all that
But a of ass-whuppins, that's all y'all get
Actin tough in the
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
Tryin to kill you, shit is real fool
You survive in the streets if you don't know the rules

[Dolla
Uhh; Continental, suicide golds
Gators hit the flo', I ain't at the do'
While you fly outside, waitin for the list
And to get frisked, it's niggaz like me with heat
burn ya crisp
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 knowin she with a clique, that's aimin at face
Soon as get word, hope your friends don't desert
And valet got your Benz next to the curb
You a gangster, L7
Quick to bail out, like a in jail stressin
A lesson to be learnt, bout what a is
Not only do we roll deep, so do a