Luyện nghe bài hát For My Gangstaz

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

Motherfucker it's the game, mister tint the windows 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 stay the cops came

Bitches tryin' to salt in my name
tryin' to part my game, niggaz, tryin' to chalk my frame
But I walk on a thin line scuffin' my Chucks
Bad Boy and I fuck with Puff, so bring the guns if you want,
I'm good with the glock 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 matter, 745 up and down your block
Hop out with a Nextel, niggaz feel they shot
It's different in my hood, only time we take
Is when the did good, my niggaz live on the block

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

I'm worldwide with this 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
to state many shows I rip, I'm the boss of the Bay
Like Clint Eastwood, my day

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

It's in my to thug, get ill and hyphy
One of the best I might be, it really matter
When I bust, sucker MC's scatter, out of my way
I bust bad bitches night and day, I make 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
is for the gangster in me
This is for the in you
All my gangsters red and

Gon' in on your rock, say fuck the crisis
And ride with the West we got lower prices
You know me the king of L.A., New
through 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 or the second rap Carter
Compton's own, I'm home, not the I just rap harder
Heir to the throne, nobody rep Compton me
Street spinnin' waves on that Continental T
My grand moms woulda proud of me

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

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