Luyện nghe bài hát Dat Gangsta Shit

Yeah, uhh, dat gangsta
Uhh, yeah, dat gangsta
Uhh, dat shit
What you love huh? dat shit
What you want huh? dat gangsta
Now what we live huh? dat shit
Yeah, uhh, uhh

Recognize my presence, this rap game specialized with
I drop shit niggaz try to memorize in
You criticize me, visualize the lessons
And when I wish to put the questions
Before find out, who's the realest
Who done without one joke about the illest
Shit that happened, in this rappin beyond rappin
Joe the God it so hard to start clappin
But I lay low, create flows, for the
Now we got extra hoes, wantin to shows
I take foes, and break em to minerals
We went from street corner thugs to white criminals
Individuals, with no peace on the
The out, piece on my chest, from the east to the west
Never sleep in a sweat, keep the heat with the
Ready for the 'casian blazin deep with the best
The police test my strategy, got half of the world
Mad at me, but very few me
Perhaps you will be the first to approach this, lyrical dope
Cartagena will bring the chrome like

Now what you love dat gangsta shit
What you huh? dat gangsta shit
Now what we huh? dat gangsta shit
Dat shit, dat gangsta shit

Yeah, uhh, uhh
Fuck the whole world, all I need is my and my girl
And she can get it, everybody go to hell
I need y'all, disrespect the don and i'ma see y'all
Hit you the tech and the armor, you see-saw
That's my steez, if I kill you i'ma clap you these
Ask your peeps if I ain't the beast soundin japanese
Coughin blood, that's what you get for talkin
Run up on your preacher with the sweeper coughin slugs
Once a thug always a thug, and drug dealers
Fillers, killers, they wanna chill all day us
They love the don, these words are than just another song
If I said I slit neck, your jugular's gone
Ain't nothin artificial, joe the god, the terror squad
Got a lot of pistols with missiles, prayer lies you
The shit you say'll get you sprayed the clapper
Just joe the God is not your ordinary rapper

Now what we love huh? dat gangsta
What you want huh? dat gangsta
Now what we live dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat shit

Now what you love huh? dat gangsta
What you want huh? kick dat gangsta
What you live huh? dat shit
Dat shit, dat gangsta shit

Goin out to all the real
All the niggaz that real hip-hop
All my on the corners
Dj's, no where the fuck you from
It's your gat, hahaha
whattup nigga? yeah
Don
Terror squadian, rock the and, what?
Beotch!!