Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

Um, yeah palms sweating guess time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them clothes
Any gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold
I'm that player on the corner dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to
Far from average, I'm this cabbage
Bottled teeth, karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, bars, living pipe dreams
You only gangsta through bop screen
set the reason for the crime scene
Fill up the 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 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 still bang anyway, uh

B's and them h's, tats on faces, Glocks extendos
Chucking up the hood then like 80 out that window
The make you limbo
Gotta keep them up, moving down Central
Young niggas with skinnies, moving with semis
Catch your ass leaving the club, murk you at
Squeeze it's empty, it seems so unreal
'Til the gunfire got you using as a shield
side, west side, niggas getting chastised
Dropping like flies, we all know who die
We all go on Insta and get the rundown
A 15 second clip until he put the gun
Know who took more shots like diabetics
Had that MAC on your face like cosmetics
up big ass B's is my fetish
Type of that make you go brazy if I let it
Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and

Though we still gang anyway, uh

days, hundred nights, nigga
Let the K'ss scream 'til we see the red and blue lights,
From the to the hundreds, nigga
From Kelly Park to Bounty hunters,
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the in Iraq now
LA now, funerals is packed now
Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the
Grandmother get shot walking out the
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 little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no
False imprisonment, huey P, Geronimo
Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go
Picture us chained under the boat, that's a Kodak
And today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback
Stolen identities, God left us without lowjack
Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up chains
Got tired of hanged so we started our own gangs
Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' caught a slug
And that was the first time a crip ever a blood
Now the is worldwide cause it is what it was
We know the history and we the shit could end any day

Though we still bang anyway, uh