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 witness gets a 9 cold, could do this a blindfold
I'm that player on the corner looking dry it rains
Pimp a out a pussy, I ain't trying to change
Far from average, I'm this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, the cops freeze
Big cribs, four bars, living pipe
You only gangsta through your bop
set the reason for the crime scene
Fill up the city with
We the reason the hearses left your hood and holding up
Let the do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the
drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg

Though we gang 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 make you
Gotta keep them antennas up, moving 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 gunfire got you using tables as a
side, west side, niggas getting chastised
Dropping like flies, we all know who die
We all go on Insta and get the rundown
A 15 second clip until he put the gun
Know OG's who more shots like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on your face cosmetics
up big ass B's is my fetish
Type of shit that you go brazy if I let it
Niggas got zippers, and prosthetics

Though we 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 Chiraq now, is packed now
at the pulpit, Jesus is the background
Grandmother get shot out the church
How sound?
don't really like it but we grew 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 know
A coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack
False imprisonment, P, Geronimo Pratt
Now close eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back
Picture us chained under the boat, that's a Kodak
And since today is Thursday, let me hit you a throwback
Stolen identities, God left us without lowjack
to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains
Got tired of getting hanged so we started our own
Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' Country a slug
And was the first time a crip ever killed a blood
Now the shit is worldwide cause it is it was
We know the history and we know the shit end any day

Though we gang bang anyway, uh