Luyện nghe bài hát East Bay Gangster

1:

Welcome to the ghetto, and this is the place, young be throwin
They up in my face
My homey g be yellin yo like a holdup, I'm pullin my gat to make
A mutha fucka up
In my jag on my phone talkin business, mac 10 to my dome yo what is
I'm tellin him drop it yo let's box and we can go a round, he
His gat I it up and blew his ass down
I know it's but a simple fuckin dirty fact, I'd rather hear
My uzi
It's for protection not to kill or a nigga's bones, back to the
Story, here's the b the story on
His guts scattered he was splattered up against the wall, my homey
G was on my phone buggin off my
I tried to smash but I'm lookin at some beams into the eyes of
Some fuckin dope fiend
He seen me shoot him so I shot him blew his ass off , I my uzi up
In the air and then I off
I'm thicker than a milkshake, I like to eat crab but I prefer

I ain't no joke mutha fucka so play yourself, I flip you over fry
Your ass like a patty
And if you ever disrespect me i'ma ya, so say what up to the
Mutha fuckin bay gangsta

Meneme forgot to use my nine 5-0 bombed the ak, the 187 posse
Robbed the in a way. legal or illegal it's the way of the bay. the
Government keep the profit of in a way. me shootin up me
Shootin up if he don't me my pay the niggas up on the block send
For me every day. a thousand will keep the 5-0 away. just
me east bay g-a-n-g-s-t-a

2:

Looked in my mirror range right behind me, tinted windows up in
The 190
I ain't no knew right off he's tryin to kill me, if I don't smash
of buckshot he will fill me
Hangin out the car shots scatter windows trouble, I'll shoot
Him up in his blood like mr bubble
187 did I do it with an ak, day a nigga dead up in the

Why did I do it, it's my pistol and I it, I think they need to
my ass up in a straightjacket
So all you suckas close to this warnin, while I get into your
Ass charmin
Funky shit that so dope so open your mouth up, you shuck me i'ma
your fuckin house up
And if youever disrespect me i'ma bank ya, so say what up to the
Fuckin gangsta

Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta the funky
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta(? ? ? )
he's down with the fac, lynch mutha fuckas when we're coolin
The block. the x the l the a the r-g-e, the fac 187 posse. the
E-a-ski is with 187, the cmt is 187

3:

Now as I'm maxin in this mutha fuckin jail cell, nuthin but dried
Up to smell
I thinkin about the times I ganked fools and why I'm coolin in
These fucked up blues
I 've murder fuckas singular and in a pair, and in the morning
I'll be getting the chair
But do I care, yo I could a fuck less, the cia, fbi got it in the

Tappin my phone calls, wires in my walls, I had the money flowin
like niagara falls
The glory got so I'm considered a murderous criminal, because my
Ate his ass a cannibal
Before I chopped him with ak I made him say his grace, and i
Emptied the clip off up in his face
His callin for backup as I was breakin out, nigga refused to
Die, that's what I heard him
I hit the corner with quickness because I ain't the one, to the
Fuckin blast of a
And when they fry my ass, I'm goin straight hell, that's why I'm
You tales of a cell
And if you ever disrespect me i'ma bank ya, so say what up to the
Fuckin gangsta

Dja mon, me kick the funky gangsta shit mon, me kickin the funky
Gangsta. the gi-gi-da gangsta,
gangsta
Dja mon, mida me got e-a-ski in the house mon, me got me dj xtra
Mon, we got cmt in the fuckin house, dja mon we got (? ? ? ? ) check
It out!

4:

Me out me glock mon to settle the ghetto job me kickin the funky
Reggae kickin the rasta
Many that I be meeting be calling me killa gangsta then shoot up
Your bitch and kick and smoke a blunt in the car
Me with dank me fuckin with dank it's s-p-i-c-e 1 me buckin em
Down me buckin em down shootin lead in his
Me kickin the funky gangsta shit to get the sprung, the 187
Faculty so fuck the
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