Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the
My nigga my nerve, I left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black
Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do with a blindfold
I'm that on the corner looking dry when it rains
Pimp a out a pussy, I ain't trying to change
Far average, I'm smoking this cabbage
teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four bars, living dreams
You only through your bop screen
Might set the reason for the crime
Fill up the city with
We the reason the left your hood and holding up traffic
Let the do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than them badges, you get with the maggots
Heard everyday
homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, side

Though we still gang anyway, uh

B's and h's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos
Chucking up the hood then throw 80 out that window
The chopper make you
Gotta keep them antennas up, moving down
Young niggas with skinnies, with them semis
Catch ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's
Squeeze till it's empty, it so unreal
'Til the gunfire got you using 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 rundown
A 15 clip until he put the gun down
Know OG's who took more shots diabetics
Had that MAC paint on your face cosmetics
Chucking up big ass B's is my
Type of shit that you go brazy if I let it
Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and

Though we gang bang anyway, uh

Hundred days, hundred nights,
Let the K'ss 'til 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 Chiraq now, is packed now
Preachers at the pulpit, is the background
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
Started as Panthers, everything power, everything pro black
Started off unified the FBI that
A little coke sprinkled on but wasn't no crack
imprisonment, huey P, Geronimo Pratt
Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go
us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak
And since today is Thursday, let me hit you a throwback
Stolen identities, God us here without lowjack
Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta
Got tired of getting so we started our own gangs
Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Country caught a slug
And was the first time a crip ever killed a blood
Now the shit is worldwide cause it is it was
We the history and we know the shit could end any day

we still gang bang anyway, uh