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 get them black clothes
Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do this 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 cabbage
teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four bars, pipe dreams
You only gangsta your bop screen
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 do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt the maggots
drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang
Uh, yeah, side

we still gang bang anyway, uh

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

Though we still bang 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 hunters, nigga
(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 walking 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 Black Panthers, power, everything pro black
Started off unified the FBI know
A coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack
False imprisonment, huey P, Pratt
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
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
Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Country caught a slug
And that was the first time a ever killed a blood
Now the shit is worldwide it is what it was
We know the history and we know the could end any day

Though we gang bang anyway, uh