Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

Um, yeah sweating guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the
Tell his family get them black
Any witness a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold
I'm player on the corner looking dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to
Far from average, I'm smoking this
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the freeze
Big cribs, four bars, living pipe
You only gangsta through your bop
Might set the reason for the crime
Fill up the city with
We the reason the hearses left your hood and up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my
Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt the maggots
drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg

Though we still bang anyway, uh

B's and them h's, on faces, Glocks with extendos
Chucking up the hood then like 80 out that window
The make you limbo
Gotta keep antennas up, moving down Central
Young niggas with skinnies, moving with them
Catch ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's
Squeeze till it's empty, it so unreal
the gunfire 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 Insta and get the whole
A 15 second until he put the gun down
OG's who took more shots like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on your 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 gang anyway, uh

Hundred days, nights, nigga
Let the scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga
From the hoovers to the hundreds,
From Kelly Park to Bounty hunters,
(Watch out for the shooters)
age as the kids in Iraq now
LA Chiraq now, is packed now
Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the
Grandmother get shot out the church
How that
Niggas don't really like it but we up in it
of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it
Started as Black Panthers, everything power, pro black
off unified the FBI know that
A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no
False imprisonment, P, Geronimo Pratt
Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go
Picture us chained together under the boat, a Kodak
And today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback
identities, God left us here without lowjack
Forced to ourselves, forced to break up outta chains
Got tired of getting hanged so we our own gangs
Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' Country a slug
And was the first time a crip ever killed a blood
Now the shit is worldwide it is what it was
We the history and we know the shit could end any day

Though we still gang anyway, uh