Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

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

Though we still gang anyway, uh

B's and them h's, tats on faces, Glocks with
Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out window
The make you limbo
Gotta keep them up, moving down Central
Young niggas with skinnies, moving with semis
Catch ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's
Squeeze till it's empty, it so unreal
the gunfire got you using tables as a shield
East side, west side, niggas 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
OG's who took more shots like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on your face cosmetics
up big ass B's is my fetish
Type of shit make you go brazy if I let it
Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and

we still gang bang anyway, uh

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

we still gang bang anyway, uh