Luyện nghe bài hát East Bay Gangster

1:

Welcome to the ghetto, and this is the place, niggas be throwin
They up in my face
My homey g be yellin yo this like a holdup, I'm my gat to make
A mutha fold up
In my jag on my phone talkin business, mac 10 to my yo what is this
I'm tellin him it yo let's box and we can go a round, he dropped
His gat I it up and blew his ass down
I it's scandalous but a simple fuckin dirty fact, I'd rather hear
My uzi
It's for protection not to or break a nigga's bones, back to the
Story, here's the b the story on
His guts were scattered he was splattered up against the wall, my
G was on my phone buggin off my
I tried to smash but I'm lookin at high beams into the eyes of
Some mutha dope fiend
He seen me him so I shot 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 ain't no mutha fucka so don't play yourself, I flip you over fry
Your ass a patty melt
And if you ever disrespect me bank 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 bank in a way. legal or it's the way of the bay. the
Government keep the profit of cocaine in a way. me up me
Shootin up if he don't give me my pay the up on the block send
For me every day. a thousand everyday keep the 5-0 away. just
me east bay g-a-n-g-s-t-a

2:

Looked in my mirror cose range right behind me, windows up in
The 190
I ain't no dummy knew right off he's tryin to kill me, if I smash
Full of buckshot he will me
Hangin out the car shots scatter windows shatter trouble, I'll
Him up bathed in his blood 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 packed it, I think they to
my ass up in a straightjacket
So all you suckas listen close to warnin, while I get into your
Ass charmin
Funky shit that so dope so your mouth up, you ever shuck me i'ma
your fuckin house up
And if youever me i'ma bank ya, so say what up to the mutha
Fuckin gangsta

Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, gi-gi-da gangsta kickin the funky
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi gi-gi-da gangsta(? ? ? ) g-nut
Because he's down with the fac, 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 187, the cmt is with 187

3:

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

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

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