Luyện nghe bài hát East Bay Gangster

1:

Welcome to the ghetto, and this is the place, young niggas be
rocks up in my face
My homey g be yellin yo like a holdup, I'm pullin my gat to make
A mutha fold up
In my jag on my talkin business, mac 10 to my dome yo what is this
I'm tellin him it yo let's box and we can go a round, he dropped
His gat I picked it up and his ass down
I know it's scandalous but a simple fuckin fact, I'd rather hear
My uzi
It's for protection not to kill or break a bones, back to the
Story, here's the b the story on
His guts were scattered he was splattered up 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 mutha fuckin dope
He me shoot him so I shot him blew his ass off , I shot my uzi up
In the air and I smashed off
I'm rollin than a milkshake, I like to eat crab but I prefer

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

forgot to use my nine 'cause 5-0 bombed the ak, the 187 posse
Robbed the bank in a way. or illegal 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 east bay

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 to kill me, if I don't smash
Full of buckshot he will me
Hangin out the car shots scatter windows shatter trouble, I'll
Him up bathed in his like mr bubble
187 did I do it an ak, another day a nigga dead 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 listen close to warnin, while I get into your
Ass charmin
Funky shit that so so open your mouth up, you ever shuck me i'ma
your fuckin house up
And if youever disrespect me i'ma bank ya, so say up to the mutha
Fuckin eastbay

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, lynch fuckas when we're 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 fuckin cell, with nuthin but dried
Up funk to
I thinkin about the times that I fools and why I'm coolin in
fucked up county 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 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 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 partner callin for backup as I was breakin out, 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 fry my ass, I'm goin 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
Fuckin gangsta

Dja mon, me gonna kick the funky gangsta shit mon, me kickin the
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 fuckin house, dja mon we got (? ? ? ? )
It out!

4:

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