Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

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

Though we gang bang anyway, uh

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

we still gang bang anyway, uh

Hundred days, hundred nights,
Let the K'ss 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga
From the to the hundreds, nigga
From Park to Bounty hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
age as the kids in Iraq now
LA now, funerals is packed now
at the pulpit, Jesus is the background
Grandmother get shot out the church
How sound?
Niggas don't really like it but we up in it
City of angels, belly of the get chewed up in it
Started as Black Panthers, everything power, pro black
Started off unified the FBI that
A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no
False imprisonment, P, Geronimo Pratt
Now close eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back
us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak
And since today is Thursday, let me hit you a throwback
Stolen identities, God left us here without
Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta
Got of getting hanged so we started our own gangs
Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' caught a slug
And that was the time a crip ever killed a blood
Now the shit is worldwide it is what it was
We know the history and we the shit could end any day

Though we gang bang anyway, uh