Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the
his family get them black clothes
Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do this a blindfold
I'm that player on the corner looking dry when it
Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to
Far from average, I'm smoking this
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops
Big cribs, bars, living pipe dreams
You only gangsta through your bop
Might set the reason for the scene
up the city with madness
We the reason the hearses left hood and holding up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrapping, the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt the maggots
Heard drive-bys
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg

Though we still bang anyway, uh

B's and them h's, tats on faces, with extendos
Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out window
The chopper you limbo
Gotta keep antennas up, moving down Central
Young niggas with skinnies, moving them semis
Catch your ass leaving the club, you at Denny's
till it's empty, it seems so unreal
'Til the got you using tables as a shield
East side, side, niggas getting chastised
Dropping fruit flies, we all know who die
We all go on Insta and get the rundown
A 15 second until he put the gun down
Know OG's who took shots like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on your face like
up big ass B's is my fetish
Type of shit that make you go if I let it
Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and

Though we still bang anyway, uh

Hundred days, nights, nigga
Let the K'ss scream 'til we see the red and blue lights,
From the to the hundreds, nigga
Kelly Park to Bounty hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the kids in now
LA Chiraq now, funerals is now
Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the
get shot walking out the church
How sound?
Niggas don't like it but we grew up in it
of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it
Started as Black Panthers, power, everything pro black
Started off unified the FBI know
A little coke sprinkled on but wasn't no crack
False imprisonment, huey P, Pratt
Now close your eyes, listen to me, your go back
Picture us together under the boat, that's a Kodak
And since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a
Stolen identities, God left us here without
Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up chains
Got tired of getting hanged so we our own gangs
Tookie Williams (Crip), Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' Country a slug
And that was the first time a crip ever a blood
Now the shit is worldwide cause it is it was
We know the history and we know the could end any day

we still gang bang anyway, uh