Luyện nghe bài hát Come Gangsta

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

Now have you seen a black 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 writing for nineteen years for sure
rules in these times, niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me and then try to tell me, gangsta
And compare me to Nelly, where ya bang bra?
So song's gonna tell me
So called gangsta niggaz who the has always been the bigger G

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

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

Hey, is amazin' how niggaz formulate they hatin'
You fuckin' fornicate mistakin'
We can never correlate 'cause you fakin',
Who's bringin' in through bacon,
Who's this shakin', huh?
Got any questions Sinister 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 me no, wanksta niggaz won't face me though
Talkin' shit and bunch my people tellin' me I need a vest, okay

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

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

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

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

They say gangsta Messy Marvin, is so gangsta
But I really gangsta I need to come 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. Stinky Vigilante so gangsta, Lynch is gangsta
The Bigga is gangsta, 57 RDVs are so gangsta
That nigga 50 is gangsta, say

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

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

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

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

This ain't no punk shit, nigga this is strength at 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 is hard to feel

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

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

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

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

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