Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

Um, yeah palms guess it's time for the murder
My my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get black clothes
Any witness gets a 9 cold, do this with a blindfold
I'm that player on the corner looking dry it rains
Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I trying to change
Far from average, I'm this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the freeze
Big cribs, four bars, pipe dreams
You only gangsta your bop screen
Might set the for the crime scene
up the city with madness
We the the hearses left your hood and holding up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrapping, the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt the maggots
drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg

Though we still gang anyway, uh

B's and them h's, tats on faces, Glocks extendos
Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that
The chopper make you
Gotta them antennas up, moving down Central
Young with skinnies, moving with them semis
Catch your ass the club, murk you at Denny's
Squeeze it's empty, it seems so unreal
'Til the gunfire got you using as a shield
East side, west side, getting chastised
Dropping like fruit flies, we all who die
We all go on Insta and get the rundown
A 15 clip until he put the gun down
Know OG's who more shots like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on your face cosmetics
Chucking up big ass B's is my
of shit that 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 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, funerals is now
Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the
Grandmother get shot out the church
How that
Niggas really 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 know
A coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack
False imprisonment, huey P, Geronimo
Now close your eyes, listen to me, mind'll go back
Picture us chained together the boat, that's a Kodak
And since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a
Stolen identities, God left us without lowjack
to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains
Got of getting hanged so we started our own gangs
Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' caught a slug
And that was the time a crip ever killed a blood
Now the shit is cause it is what it was
We know the history and we the shit could end any day

Though we gang bang anyway, uh