Luyện nghe bài hát Come Gangsta

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

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

I've been writing for nineteen years for
Hate rules in these times, niggaz don't see me shine
Stop me and then try to tell me, gangsta
And then me to Nelly, where ya bang bra?
So this gonna tell me
So gangsta niggaz who the fuck 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'
Here's fuck you this is toughin' I
Don't know the fuck you thinkin' tellin' me this shit is hella fake

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

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

Gay, is all you and Mitch Bades
Diss in your won't get played on the radio
Two for an old lady, bro
Gangsta don't hate me no, wanksta niggaz won't face me though
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, throw your in the air
And that nobody there will compare to your gangsta
pants to the floor
Every woman's a bitch or a whore when you're a
ya guns in the club if they shrug
And them thugs mean mug ya gangsta
Is they sayin' to me

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

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

They say gangsta Messy Marvin, is so gangsta
But I really ain't gangsta I need to come up wit a
Scritch the scratch on my Fat Tone is so gangsta
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 RDVs are so
That 50 is gangsta, they say

When you in them streets, creep,
'Cause some gangstas want a blast 'cause I run with the red rags
And tryin' to make the 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 vampire bit my shit
'Cause you niggaz feel me, surprised I got you right with my shit?
So you gotta be to who?
By the way homie gangsta to you?
Money, dope and alcohol and bitches all up on your dick
I got

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

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

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

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

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 whole team

I've been with rapper who's legendary
Underground to mainstream know Tech is very hard
'Cause I bring the hater, love me 'cause I'm leader
Bitches, they suck my peter, 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 this ain't gangsta you can my dick

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

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