Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

Um, yeah palms guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the
Tell his family get them black
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 to change
Far from average, I'm smoking cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops
Big cribs, bars, living pipe dreams
You gangsta through your bop screen
Might set the for the crime scene
up the city with madness
We the reason the hearses left your hood and holding up
Let the do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric
Better than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys
homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, side

we still gang bang anyway, uh

B's and them h's, tats on faces, with extendos
Chucking up the hood then throw 80 out that window
The chopper you limbo
keep them antennas up, moving down Central
Young niggas with skinnies, moving with semis
your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's
Squeeze till empty, it seems so unreal
the gunfire got you using tables as a shield
East side, west side, niggas chastised
Dropping fruit flies, we all know who die
We all go on Insta and get the whole
A 15 second until he put the gun down
OG's who took more shots like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on your like 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 still bang anyway, uh

Hundred days, nights, nigga
Let the K'ss scream 'til we see the red and blue lights,
the hoovers to the hundreds, nigga
From Kelly Park to hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the kids in now
LA Chiraq now, is packed now
Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the
get shot walking 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, everything pro
Started off the FBI know that
A little coke sprinkled on but wasn't no crack
imprisonment, huey P, Geronimo Pratt
Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go
Picture us chained together under the boat, a Kodak
And since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a
identities, God left us here without lowjack
Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta
Got tired of hanged so we started our own gangs
Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' caught a slug
And was the first time a crip ever killed a blood
Now the shit is worldwide it is what it was
We know the history and we know the shit end any day

Though we gang bang anyway, uh