Luyện nghe bài hát For My Gangstaz

Livin' in Compton, CA
Livin' in Compton, CA
Charlie O, that hot shit

Motherfucker it's the game, mister the windows wit'cha brain
a young'n up and comin', all I did was cop 'caine
They try and change the game, I still cop 'caine
I ain't moved out the hood, still where the cops came

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

I fuck, Lil' Kim guess, I'm feelin' like 'Pac
Niggaz wanna wrestle the game, guess, they feel The Rock
It doesn't matter, 745 up and down your
Hop out with a Nextel, niggaz feel like they
It's different in my hood, only time we 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
This is for the in me
is for the gangster in you
All my red and blue

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

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

in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphy
One of the best I might be, it really matter
I bust, sucker MC's scatter, gettin' out of my way
I bust bad bitches night and day, I make like Dr. Dre
Closed from rhymes, I say

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

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

Ninety four been hustlin' now watch the shit elevate like 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 like me
Street spinnin' like on that Continental T
My moms woulda been proud of me

Look at your grandson now, 'til my demis, Mafia ties
So it's hard to let the larcent die, my treys
A changin' the game like them Marcy guys
And I been compared to Shyne like Shyne was to Biggie
I'm from Compton, he from New York City, come on,

is for the gangster 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 gangsters red and