Luyện nghe bài hát For My Gangstaz

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

Motherfucker the game, mister tint the windows 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, stay where the cops came

Bitches tryin' to throw 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 real good with the glock and 50 G's say, you in a box

I fuck, Lil' Kim guess, I'm feelin' like 'Pac
Niggaz wrestle the game, guess, they feel like The Rock
It doesn't matter, 745 up and down your
Hop out with a Nextel, niggaz feel they shot
It's different in my hood, time 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 pour the
is for the gangster 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 Charles up to New 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 Clint Eastwood, my day

Fine bitches look like Lisa Raye, plot on 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 a fuck if you really 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, MC's scatter, gettin' out of my way
I bust bad bitches and day, I make classics like Dr. Dre
Closed casket rhymes, I say

This is for the 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

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

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

Look at your 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 like Shyne was compared 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 red and blue