Luyện nghe bài hát Call It Gangster

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

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

[Petey
I was so glad...

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

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

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