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 on the curb
his family get them black clothes
Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do with a blindfold
I'm that player on the looking dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't to change
Far from average, I'm this cabbage
Bottled teeth, karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four bars, living pipe
You gangsta through your bop screen
Might set the for the crime scene
Fill up the with madness
We the reason the left your hood and holding up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my
Better pistol than them badges, you get with the maggots
Heard drive-bys
Seen homies die age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg

Though we still bang anyway, uh

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

we still gang bang anyway, uh

Hundred days, hundred nights,
Let the K'ss scream we see the red and blue lights, nigga
From the hoovers to the hundreds,
From Park to Bounty hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the kids in now
LA now, funerals is packed now
Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the
Grandmother get shot walking out the
How sound?
Niggas really like it but we grew up in it
of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it
Started as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro
Started off the FBI know that
A little coke on tables 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 today is Thursday, let me hit you with a
identities, God left us here without lowjack
Forced to find ourselves, forced to up outta chains
Got tired of hanged so we started our own gangs
Tookie (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' Country caught a
And that was the first time a ever killed a blood
Now the shit is cause it is what it was
We know the history and we know the could end any day

Though we gang bang anyway, uh