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
He's not as as he used to be
Tech was a worshiper

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

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

Hey, I've been bustin' and fizz-knuckin'
It is nothin' for years puffin', I've been 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 in the days rappin' the blaze happen
I raised raves craves the days was blade and stage saggin'
They's Nina stay laid back and I
Rap at niggaz constantly they know the money Nina makes

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

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

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

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

I shoulda been come with a gun
For the who bump they gums who the one
Said a nigga gonna make another record
Said I was wack and up, done

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

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

Mr. Stinky so gangsta, Brotha Lynch is gangsta
The Figga is gangsta, 57 RDVs are so gangsta
That 50 is gangsta, they say

you in them streets, creep, creep
'Cause some gangstas want a head blast 'cause I run the red rags
And tryin' to the Feds flash, try to swipe my bread stash
That's that bullshit I'm gon' skip and try to go and get the 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 thankful to
By the way homie gangsta to you?
Money, dope and and plenty 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?

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

I've been nice to you rapper for a long time
I left Kansas 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 City is 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 pussies who say this Tech 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 ahead of the game and you punks is so
'Cause my mobbin' track will demolish your whole team

I've been with every rapper legendary
Underground to mainstream that Tech is very hard
I bring the hater, love me 'cause 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 this ain't you can suck my dick

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

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