Luyện nghe bài hát East Bay Gangster

1:

Welcome to the ghetto, and this is the place, young be throwin
They rocks up in my
My homey g be yellin yo this like a holdup, I'm pullin my gat to
A fucka fold up
In my jag on my talkin business, mac 10 to my dome yo what is this
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 fuckin dirty 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 he was splattered up against the wall, my homey
G was on my buggin off my call
I tried to smash but I'm at some high 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 rollin thicker a milkshake, I like to eat crab but I prefer

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

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

2:

Looked in my mirror cose right behind me, tinted windows up in
The 190
I ain't no dummy knew right off 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 bathed in his like mr bubble
187 did I do it with an ak, another day a 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 dope so open your mouth up, you ever me i'ma
Blow fuckin house up
And if youever disrespect me bank ya, so say what up to the mutha
eastbay 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-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta(? ? ? ) g-nut
Because he's down with the fac, lynch mutha fuckas 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 funk to
I thinkin about the times that I ganked fools and why I'm in
These fucked up county
I 've mutha fuckas singular and in a pair, and in the morning
I'll be the electric 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 flowin
Smooth niagara falls
The glory got so I'm considered a murderous criminal, my bullet
Ate his ass a cannibal
Before I him with ak I made him say his grace, and then i
the clip off up in his fuckin face
His partner 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 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 bank ya, so say what up to the mutha
Fuckin gangsta

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 mon, me got me dj xtra large
Mon, we got cmt in the fuckin house, dja mon we got (? ? ? ? ) check
It out!

4:

Me pullin out me mon to settle the ghetto job me kickin the funky
kickin the funky rasta
Many people that I be meeting be me killa gangsta then shoot up
Your bitch and kick back and a blunt in the car
Me fuckin with dank me fuckin dank it's s-p-i-c-e 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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