Luyện nghe bài hát East Bay Gangster

1:

Welcome to the ghetto, and this is the place, young be throwin
rocks up in my face
My homey g be yellin yo this a holdup, I'm pullin my gat to make
A mutha fucka up
In my jag on my phone business, mac 10 to my dome yo what is this
I'm him drop it yo let's box and we can go a round, he dropped
His gat I picked it up and blew his ass
I know it's scandalous but a simple fuckin fact, I'd rather hear
My uzi
for protection not to kill or break a nigga's bones, back to the
Story, here's the story b the on
His guts were he was splattered up against the wall, my homey
G was on my buggin off my call
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 him blew his ass off , I shot 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 no joke mutha fucka so don't play yourself, I flip you over fry
ass like a patty melt
And if you ever disrespect me i'ma bank ya, so say up to the
Mutha east bay gangsta

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

2:

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

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

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

3:

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

Tappin my phone calls, wires hidden in my walls, I had the money
like niagara falls
The glory got so I'm a murderous criminal, because my bullet
Ate his ass like a
I chopped him with ak I made him say his grace, and then i
Emptied the off up in his fuckin face
His partner callin for backup as I was out, nigga refused to
Die, what I heard him shout
I hit the corner with quickness I ain't the one, to feel the
Fuckin of a shotgun
And when they fry my ass, I'm straight hell, that's why I'm kickin
You of a jail cell
And if you ever disrespect me i'ma bank ya, so say up to the mutha
eastbay gangsta

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

4:

Me pullin out me glock mon to settle the job me kickin the funky
Reggae kickin the rasta
people that I be meeting be calling me killa gangsta then shoot up
Your bitch and back 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 shootin lead in his lung
Me the funky gangsta shit to get the bitch sprung, the 187
bitch so fuck the
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