Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

Um, yeah palms guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I left you dead on the curb
his family get them black clothes
Any witness a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold
I'm that player on the looking dry when it rains
Pimp a out a pussy, I ain't trying to change
Far average, I'm smoking this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, the cops freeze
Big cribs, four bars, living pipe
You only gangsta through bop screen
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 do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric
pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys
Seen die early 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 with
Chucking up the hood throw like 80 out that window
The chopper you limbo
keep them antennas up, moving down Central
Young with skinnies, moving with them semis
Catch your ass leaving the club, you at Denny's
Squeeze it's empty, it seems so unreal
'Til the got you using tables as a shield
East side, side, niggas getting chastised
Dropping fruit 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 on your face like cosmetics
up big ass B's is my fetish
Type of shit make you go brazy if I let it
Niggas got zippers, and prosthetics

Though we still gang anyway, uh

days, hundred nights, nigga
Let the scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga
the hoovers to the hundreds, nigga
From Kelly Park to Bounty hunters,
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the in Iraq now
LA Chiraq now, is packed now
at the pulpit, Jesus is the background
Grandmother get walking out the church
How sound?
Niggas don't like it but we grew up in it
City of angels, belly of the get chewed up in it
Started as Panthers, everything power, everything pro black
Started off unified the FBI that
A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no
imprisonment, huey P, Geronimo Pratt
Now close your eyes, listen to me, mind'll go back
Picture us chained together under the boat, a Kodak
And since today is Thursday, let me hit you a throwback
Stolen identities, God left us here lowjack
Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up chains
Got of getting hanged so we started our own gangs
Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' Country a slug
And that was the first time a crip killed a blood
Now the is worldwide cause it is what it was
We the history and we know the shit could end any day

Though we gang bang anyway, uh