Luyện nghe bài hát Come Gangsta

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

Now you seen a black 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 doin' that shit for the folks
That's white he doin', man

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

Hey, I've been bustin' and fizz-knuckin'
It is for years puffin', I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin'
Here's you niggaz this is toughin' I
Don't know what the fuck you tellin' me this shit 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 stay laid and I
Rap at niggaz they never know the money Nina makes

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

Gay, is all you punks and Mitch
Diss in your trunk won't get on the radio
Two for an old lady, bro
Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no, wanksta won't face 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 the same punk
And you got the to tell me

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

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

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

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

Mr. Stinky Vigilante so gangsta, Brotha is gangsta
The Bigga Figga is gangsta, 57 RDVs are so
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 tryin' to the Feds flash, try to swipe my bread stash
That's that bullshit I'm gon' 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 with my shit?
So you gotta be to who?
By the way homie what's to you?
Money, dope and and plenty bitches all up on your dick
I got

How can be wrong?
How can be wrong?
How can Lynch be
How can 2Pac be wrong,

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

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

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

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

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

Niggaz get down, seven displayed sounds
N9ne the Crazed Clown, lines like sprayed
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 like a circus
you motherfuckers

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