Luyện nghe bài hát For My Gangstaz

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

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 change the game, I still cop 'caine
I ain't out the hood, still stay where the cops came

Bitches tryin' to throw in my name
Barbers tryin' to part my game, niggaz, tryin' to chalk my
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 the glock and 50 G's say, you leave in a box

When I fuck, Lil' Kim guess, I'm like 'Pac
Niggaz wanna wrestle the game, guess, they feel like The
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 niggaz 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 red and blue

I'm worldwide this 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
State to many shows I rip, I'm the boss of the Bay
Clint Eastwood, make my day

Fine look like Lisa Raye, plot on gettin' paid
In the end, all they get is played, a nut, no Ice Capade
Real dudes is shiesty, I only jewels to wifey
And I don't give a fuck if you really don't 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 classics like Dr. Dre
Closed casket rhymes, I say

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

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

Ninety been hustlin' now watch the shit elevate like Vince Carter
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 like me
Street like waves on that Continental T
My grand moms woulda proud of me

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

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