Luyện nghe bài hát Call It Gangster

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

Petey 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 what is
Said it's one 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

Pablo:]
I was so glad...

I only smoke with the folks that came in when I in
I don't smoke with bitches I don't know where 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 to emulate, that's the life I live
Dream house, dream car, past that
That money you makin, was my champagne tab
Dawg, that's yo' Be cool, relax
I just her tonight, call the phone, you can get her back
You ball 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 y'all

[Too
I know you wanna the good life
New car, new house, what it look
You'll never see it, 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 straps in your car, you call the law
They got guns, you got a cell
Do gangster shit, and get the hell on
... You talked all shit
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 know what happened
Outside 'em ridin in a fo' do' cabin
Tryin to kill you, this shit is fool
You won't survive in the 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 me creepin with heat
That'll ya crisp
I'm at work, you would open your mouth 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 your friends don't
And valet got your Benz next to the curb
You a gangster, L7
Quick to bail out, like a in jail stressin
A to be learnt, bout what a gangster is
Not only do we deep, so do a gangsteress