Luyện nghe bài hát Come Gangsta

The spiked red hair and the, and the in his face
Whoa, on, man, Tech is losin' it, man
not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was a worshiper

Now you seen a black dude red hair, long beard
I mean look, he look to me too
Man, ain't Tech man, he sellin' out, man
That's, that's, he's doin' that for the white folks
white shit he doin', man

I've been writing for nineteen years for
Hate rules in these times, niggaz wanna see me shine
me and then try to tell me, come gangsta
And then compare me to Nelly, where ya bra?
So song's gonna tell me
So called gangsta niggaz who the has always been the bigger G

Hey, I've bustin' and fizz-knuckin' bitches
It is nothin' for years puffin', I've been riches from his muffin'
fuck you niggaz this is toughin' I
Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' me this shit is hella fake

Say, since way back in the rappin' the blaze happen
I raised raves craves the days was blade and stage saggin'
They's wackin' Nina laid back and I
Rap at niggaz constantly they know the money Nina makes

Hey, this is amazin' how niggaz formulate hatin'
You fuckin' your mistakin'
We can never correlate you fakin', huh?
bringin' in through bacon, huh?
Who's this shakin', huh?
Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca Nina niggaz, know the

Gay, is all you and Mitch Bades
Diss in your trunk won't get on the radio
Two for an old lady, bro
Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no, wanksta niggaz won't me though
Talkin' shit and bunch my people tellin' me I really need a vest,

I rep the town harder than any of you
Wherever I stand my bills the same
And you got the to tell me

gangsta, throw your rags in the air
And know nobody there will compare to your gangsta
Saggin' pants to the
Every woman's a bitch or a whore when you're a
Pack ya guns in the club if they
And them thugs mean mug ya gangsta
Is they sayin' to me

I shoulda been come with a gun
For the who bump they gums who the one
Said a nigga wasn't gonna make record
Said I was wack and washed up,

Said a nigga might scare little
a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes
With red hair and my painted

They say gangsta Messy Marvin, Colione is so
But I really ain't gangsta I need to up wit a gangsta
Scritch the scratch on my nigga Fat is so gangsta
You need a bit of gangsta, you need to hang wit a gangsta

Mr. Vigilante so gangsta, Brotha Lynch is gangsta
The Figga is gangsta, 57 RDVs are so gangsta
That nigga 50 is gangsta, say

When you in them streets, creep,
'Cause some gangstas want a head blast I run with the red rags
And to make the Feds flash, try to swipe my bread stash
That's that bullshit I'm skip and try to go and get the money grip

Okay, you niggaz kill me in Nosferatu bit my shit
'Cause you feel me, surprised I got you right here with my shit?
So you gotta be to who?
By the way what's gangsta to you?
Money, dope and alcohol and bitches all up on your dick
I got

How can C-Bo be
How can Yukmouth be
How can Lynch be
How can 2Pac be wrong,

Come gangsta, your rags in the air
And know that nobody there compare to your gangsta
Saggin' to the floor
Every a bitch or a whore when you're gangsta
Pack ya guns in the if they shrug
And them thugs mean mug ya come
Is they sayin' to me

I've nice to you rapper cats for a long time
I left Kansas City so them cats can gon' shine
But it seems these punks are confused I'm my own kind
But I'm back on deck 'cause City is who's throne? Mine

This ain't no punk shit, nigga this is at it's finest
I this shit so all you simps can rewind it
Meaning, you who say this Tech shit ain't hard for real
And try to the real, you mothafuckers is hard to feel

I get your death 'cause I'm the King, bitch
Money, groupies, drugs and and bling shit
But I stay ahead of the and you punks is so lame
'Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will demolish whole team

I've been with every rapper legendary
Underground to mainstream know Tech is very hard
'Cause I bring the hater, me 'cause I'm your leader
Bitches, they suck my peter, while I drinkin'

Niggaz get laid down, seven sounds
N9ne the Clown, lines like sprayed rounds
This is for all you who don't bump my shit
If you say this ain't gangsta you can suck my

I might look a Clown, huh
But you sound like a mothafuckin' circus
you motherfuckers

This nigga is the nigga movin' man
I mean, Tech N9ne demolish all you niggaz
From the show, to rockin' the mic, you name it
That's why I roll wit him, he my rapper, real talk, Tech N9ne