Luyện nghe bài hát Come Gangsta

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

Now have you a black dude red hair, long beard
I look, he look scary to me too
Man, that Tech man, he sellin' out, man
That's, that's, he's doin' that for the white folks
That's shit he doin', man

I've been writing for nineteen years for
Hate rules in these times, niggaz don't wanna see me
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 gangsta niggaz who the fuck has always been the bigger G

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

Say, since way back in the days rappin' the blaze
I raves craves the days was blade packin' and stage saggin'
wackin' Nina stay laid back and I
Rap at niggaz constantly they never know the money makes

Hey, this is how niggaz formulate they hatin'
You fuckin' your mistakin'
We can correlate 'cause you fakin', huh?
Who's in through bacon, huh?
keepin' this shakin', huh?
Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca niggaz, know the rest

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

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

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 a gangsta
Pack ya guns in the if they shrug
And them thugs mug ya come gangsta
Is what they to me

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

Said a nigga might little ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he
With red and my face painted

say gangsta Messy Marvin, Colione is so gangsta
But I really ain't I need to come up wit a gangsta
Scritch the scratch on my nigga Fat Tone is so
You a bit of that 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
nigga 50 is gangsta, they say

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

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 be thankful to who?
By the way homie gangsta to you?
Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your
I got

How can C-Bo be
How can be wrong?
How can be wrong?
How can be wrong, bitch?

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

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

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

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

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

get laid down, seven displayed sounds
N9ne the Crazed Clown, lines like sprayed
This is for all you haters who bump my shit
If you say ain't gangsta you can suck my dick

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

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