Luyện nghe bài hát Call It Gangster

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

[Chorus: Pablo]
If you don't call this gangster, I don't know a gangster is
If you don't call this gangster, you don't know gangster is
Said one thing to be real, but real ain't all a gangster is
If you don't call this gangster, you don't what gangster is
I

Pablo:]
I was so glad...

I only smoke with the folks that came in I came in
I don't smoke with bitches cause I don't know they mouth been
I'm a celebrity, I got fans, I don't need friends
I don't need security, cause they ain't checked me when I in
All that you with, is what I already did
The you choose to emulate, that's the life I live
Dream house, car, quarter past that
That money you makin, was my champagne tab
Dawg, yo' girl? 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 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 real, you can't deceive a gangster
Short Dawg, Petey Pab', what was 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 cause you don't wanna get
But at the bar you was
Ain't even no in your car, you better call the law
They got guns, you got a phone
Do some shit, and get the hell on
... You talked all that
But a bunch of ass-whuppins, that's all get
Actin in the club
You found out you was fuckin with some thugs; put them on ya
So fast you ain't know happened
Outside seen 'em ridin in a fo' do'
Tryin to kill you, this is real fool
You survive in the streets if you don't know the rules

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