Luyện nghe bài hát For My Gangstaz

Livin' in Compton, CA
in Compton, California CA
Charlie O, drop that hot

Motherfucker it's the game, mister tint the wit'cha brain
Since a up and comin', all I did was cop 'caine
They try and the game, nigga I still cop 'caine
I ain't moved out the hood, still stay where the came

Bitches to throw salt in my name
Barbers to part my game, niggaz, tryin' to chalk my frame
But I walk on a thin without scuffin' my Chucks
Bad Boy and I fuck with Puff, so the guns if you want, nigga
I'm real good with the glock and 50 G's say, you in a box

When I fuck, Kim guess, I'm feelin' like 'Pac
Niggaz wanna wrestle the game, guess, they feel The Rock
It matter, 745 up and down your block
Hop out with a Nextel, niggaz feel like they
It's different in my hood, only we take shots
Is when the Dodgers did good, my live on the block

is for the gangster in me
This is for the in you
All my gangsters the brew
is for the gangster in me
This is for the in you
All my gangsters red and

I'm worldwide with gangsta lean, my life's no dream
I got a in Jamaica, Queens
Charles up to New Orleans in D.C. I sip
My thugs get crunk off Flip
to state many shows I rip, I'm the boss of the Bay
Like Eastwood, make my day

Fine bitches look Lisa Raye, plot on gettin' paid
In the end, all they get is played, maybe a nut, no Ice
Real is shiesty, I only give jewels to wifey
And I don't give a fuck if you really like me

It's in my blood to thug, get ill and
One of the best I might be, it don't matter
When I bust, sucker MC's scatter, out of my way
I bust bad night and day, I make classics like Dr. Dre
casket from rhymes, I say

This is for the in me
is for the gangster in you
All my pour the brew
This is for the in me
is for the gangster in you
All my red and blue

Gon' move in on your rock, say the crisis
And ride with the West we got coat prices
You know me the king of L.A., New
Drivin' through in a fo', same color as water
You want X? I can cover the

Ninety four been hustlin' now watch the shit like Vince Carter
Not the rap martyr or the second rap
own, I'm home, not the best I just rap harder
Heir to the throne, nobody rep Compton me
Street like waves on that Continental T
My moms woulda been proud of me

Look at grandson now, 'til my demis, Black Mafia ties
So it's to let the larcent die, my [incomprehensible] treys
A killer changin' the game them Marcy guys
And I been compared to Shyne Shyne was compared to Biggie
I'm from Compton, he from New City, come on, really?

This is for the in me
This is for the in you
All my pour the brew
is for the gangster in me
This is for the in you
All my red and blue