Luyện nghe bài hát East Bay Gangster

1:

Welcome to the ghetto, and this is the place, young niggas be
They rocks up in my
My homey g be yellin yo this a holdup, I'm pullin my gat to make
A fucka fold 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 scandalous but a simple fuckin dirty fact, I'd rather
My uzi
It's for protection not to or break a nigga's bones, back to the
Story, here's the story b the on
His guts were scattered he was up against the wall, my homey
G was on my phone buggin off my
I tried to smash but I'm lookin at some high beams into the of
Some mutha 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 rollin thicker than a milkshake, I like to eat but I prefer

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

Meneme forgot to use my nine 'cause 5-0 the ak, the 187 posse
Robbed the bank in a way. legal or it's the way of the bay. the
keep the profit of cocaine in a way. me shootin 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
Call me east bay

2:

Looked in my cose range right behind me, tinted windows up in
The 190
I ain't no dummy knew right off he's tryin to me, if I don't smash
Full of he will fill 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 it, I think they need 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 open your up, you ever shuck me i'ma
Blow your fuckin up
And if youever me i'ma bank ya, so say what up to the mutha
Fuckin gangsta

Gi-gi-da gangsta, gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta kickin the funky
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta(? ? ? ) g-nut
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
is with 187, the cmt is with 187

3:

Now as I'm maxin in this fuckin jail cell, with nuthin but dried
Up to smell
I thinkin about the that I ganked fools and why I'm coolin in
These up county blues
I 've murder mutha singular and in a pair, and in the morning
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 flowin
like niagara falls
The glory got so I'm considered a murderous criminal, because my
Ate his ass like a
Before I chopped him with ak I him say his grace, and then i
Emptied the off up in his fuckin face
His partner callin for as I was breakin out, nigga refused to
Die, that's what I him shout
I hit the corner with because I ain't the one, to feel the
Fuckin of a shotgun
And when fry my ass, I'm goin straight hell, that's why I'm kickin
You tales of a jail
And if you ever disrespect me i'ma bank ya, so say what up to the
Fuckin eastbay

Dja mon, me gonna kick the funky 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 large
Mon, we got cmt in the mutha fuckin house, dja mon we got (? ? ? ? )
It out!

4:

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