Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the
My nigga my nerve, I swerve 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 when it
Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to
Far average, I'm smoking this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops
Big cribs, four bars, living dreams
You only gangsta through your bop
Might set the for the crime scene
Fill up the with madness
We the reason the hearses left hood and holding up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my
Better than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg

we still gang bang anyway, uh

B's and them h's, tats on faces, Glocks extendos
Chucking up the hood then throw 80 out that window
The make you limbo
Gotta keep them antennas up, moving Central
Young niggas with skinnies, with them semis
Catch your ass leaving the club, you at Denny's
Squeeze till it's empty, it seems so
'Til the got you using tables as a shield
East side, west side, niggas getting
Dropping like flies, we all know 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 more like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on face like cosmetics
Chucking up big ass B's is my
Type of shit make you go brazy if I let it
got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics

Though we still bang anyway, uh

Hundred days, nights, nigga
Let the K'ss scream we see the red and blue lights, nigga
From the hoovers to the hundreds,
Kelly Park to Bounty hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the kids in now
LA now, funerals is packed now
at the pulpit, Jesus is the background
Grandmother get shot out the church
How sound?
Niggas don't 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 sprinkled on but wasn't no crack
False imprisonment, huey P, Pratt
Now close eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back
Picture us chained together the boat, that's a Kodak
And today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback
Stolen identities, God us here without lowjack
Forced to ourselves, forced to break up outta chains
Got of getting hanged 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 killed a
Now the shit is worldwide cause it is it was
We the history and we know the shit could end any day

Though we gang bang anyway, uh