Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

Um, yeah sweating guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve you dead on the curb
Tell his family get black clothes
Any witness gets a 9 cold, do this with a blindfold
I'm that on the corner looking 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 your bop
Might set the reason for the scene
Fill up the with madness
We the reason the hearses your 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 drive-bys
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang anyway
Uh, yeah, side

we still gang bang anyway, uh

B's and them h's, tats on faces, Glocks extendos
Chucking up the hood throw like 80 out that window
The chopper you limbo
Gotta keep antennas up, moving down Central
Young niggas with skinnies, moving them semis
Catch your ass 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 fruit flies, we all who die
We all go on Insta and get the whole
A 15 clip until he put the gun down
Know 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 that make you go if I let it
got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics

Though we still gang anyway, uh

Hundred days, nights, nigga
Let the K'ss scream 'til we see the red and lights, nigga
From the hoovers to the hundreds,
From 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 walking out the
How that
Niggas don't like it but we grew up in it
City of angels, belly of the beast get up in it
Started as Black Panthers, power, everything pro black
off unified the FBI know that
A little coke sprinkled on tables but no crack
False imprisonment, huey P, Geronimo
Now close your eyes, listen to me, your go back
us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak
And today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback
Stolen identities, God left us here lowjack
Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta
Got tired of getting hanged so we our own gangs
Tookie (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
two Lil' 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 the shit could end any day

Though we gang bang anyway, uh