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 gets a 9 cold, could do this with a
I'm that player on the corner looking dry it rains
Pimp a out a pussy, I ain't trying 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 only gangsta through bop screen
Might set the reason for the scene
Fill up the with madness
We the reason the hearses left your hood and holding up
Let the riddles do the scrapping, the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt the maggots
Heard everyday
Seen homies die early age, we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg

Though we still gang anyway, uh

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

Though we still gang anyway, uh

days, hundred nights, nigga
Let the K'ss scream we see the red and blue lights, nigga
From the to the hundreds, nigga
From Kelly Park to 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 out the church
How sound?
Niggas don't really like it but we up in it
City of angels, of the beast get chewed up in it
as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black
Started off unified the FBI that
A little sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack
False imprisonment, P, Geronimo Pratt
Now close eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back
Picture us chained together under the boat, that's a
And since today is Thursday, let me hit you a throwback
Stolen identities, God left us here without
Forced to ourselves, forced to break up outta 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 crip ever 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