Luyện nghe bài hát Come Gangsta

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you in them streets, creep, creep
'Cause some want a head blast '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' skip and try to go and get the grip

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

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

gangsta, throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there will compare to your
Saggin' to the floor
Every woman's a bitch or a whore when you're
ya guns 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 cats for a long
I left City so them 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

This ain't no punk shit, this is strength at it's finest
I made shit so all you simps 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 threats I'm the King, bitch
Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling
But I stay ahead of the game and you is so lame
'Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will demolish whole team

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

get laid down, seven displayed sounds
N9ne the Crazed Clown, lines sprayed rounds
This is for all you haters who don't bump my
If you say this ain't gangsta you can my dick

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

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