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: Petey
If you don't call this gangster, I know what a gangster is
If you don't call gangster, you don't 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 know 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 where they been
Dawg I'm a celebrity, I got fans, I don't friends
I don't need security, cause they ain't checked me I came in
All you impressed 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 that you makin, was my tab
Dawg, that's yo' Be cool, relax
I need her tonight, call the phone, you can get her back
You gon' ball then ball, you mack then mack
Your mouth sayin one thang, but your action don't say
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 can't a gangster
Short Dawg, Petey Pab', what was y'all

[Too
I know you live the good life
New car, new house, it look like?
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 no straps in your car, you better call the law
They got guns, you got a cell
Do gangster shit, and get the hell on
... You talked all shit
But a of ass-whuppins, that's all y'all get
Actin in the club
You found out you was fuckin with some put them hands on ya
So fast you know what happened
Outside 'em ridin in a fo' do' cabin
Tryin to kill you, this is real fool
You won't survive in the streets if you know the rules

[Dolla
Uhh; Black Continental, suicide
hit the flo', I ain't payin at the do'
While you fly outside, waitin for the list
And to get frisked, it's niggaz like me creepin heat
burn ya crisp
I'm at some work, you would your mouth to kiss
Why you at the bar, off Cris'
No courageless, grabbin hoes by the wrist
Chose one, mix hit, so you wet her clothes
And said BITCH - put it on thick, like in "Training Day"
Not knowin she with a clique, aimin at your face
as they 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 nigga in stressin
A lesson to be learnt, bout what a is
Not only do we deep, so do a gangsteress