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
not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was a devil

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

I've writing for nineteen years for sure
rules in these times, niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me and try to tell me, come gangsta
And compare me to Nelly, where ya bang bra?
So song's gonna tell me
So called gangsta niggaz who the fuck has always been the G

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

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

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

Gay, is all you punks and Bades
Diss in 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
shit and bunch my people tellin' me I really need a vest, okay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I've been every rapper who's legendary
Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very
'Cause I bring the hater, love me I'm your leader
Bitches, suck my peter, while I drinkin' margaritas

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

I might like a Clown, huh
But you niggaz sound like a circus
you motherfuckers

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