Luyện nghe bài hát Cocaine

[ One ]
I'm too gangsta for the streets, watch me when I
I put five in ya, jeep - leave a sleep
Now you six feet deep bullshit
Got a Mac 10 mouth ain't never pull
The ghetto make G's and mo niggaz
Get down or lay down, like Bennie Mack niggaz
Or meet the fo fo, nigga - I let the blow nigga
I'm a rider - live til I die
Black Wall Street behind us - I'm a to society
Fuck Cane And O dogg, I got the and the o's, dawg
I'm gangsta like and Alizay, thug passion
Ride or die til they me and put me in thugs mansion
Gang bangin, this California got me heated
They want me burried so I don't leave out the Desert Eagle
Shoot first, ask on way to county jail
a nigga over my chain, 'cause I know I'ma make bail
I'm

[ Two ]
If I die - bury me a G, amongsts rap legends
'Cause I spit bullets and rhymes, and nines
I keep a vest and a weapon, my baby got me stressin
Prayin on my knees every night, askin God is a heaven
So here is my confession to my child
If shots couldn't drop me but I ain't take 'em and smile
I lost a lot of my niggaz to gang bangin and
One finger on the trigger, dawg, I live the of a sinner
motherfuckers wanna see me doing life in the pen
I'm a outlaw and the westcoast is ridin
My competition is none, I'm on the with guns
death in the eyes, 20 niggaz deep, when we ride
My is bitches - they plottin on my riches
Can't in the street with out paparazzi taking pictures
me a made nigga, all the way from Compton to Boston
These niggaz talkin, I leave 'em dead in the coffin
I'm

[ Verse ]
Money over bitches is my motto, in the street I'n known for catchin
Packing pistols and drinking belvy and Goose out the bottle
No role models, only killas and
my niggaz strapped with gats, and army fatigues
If it's murder, he wrote it, if I'm
let the devil excel quoted and know I'm strictly a rap poet
Babtized in my own tears, by my own peers
I'm a product of my years
My told me I'm hopeless, my pops wasn't around
One of the reasons why I'm a pound
dreaming, chronic smoke out the beamer
One hand on the nina,scheeming got these hoochie bitches
They know that I'm a - keep the cop-killers in the clip
And my back is what my niggaz keep telling me
Twenty-one years old, no felonies so I ride with the
and pay homage to the hardest rap
I'm