Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

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

we still gang bang anyway, uh

B's and them h's, tats on faces, Glocks extendos
Chucking up the then throw like 80 out that window
The make you limbo
Gotta keep them up, moving down Central
Young niggas skinnies, moving with them semis
your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's
Squeeze till it's empty, it seems so
'Til the got you using tables as a shield
side, west side, niggas getting chastised
Dropping like fruit flies, we all who die
We all go on Insta and get the rundown
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
up big ass B's is my fetish
Type of shit make you go brazy if I let it
Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and

Though we gang bang anyway, uh

Hundred days, nights, nigga
Let the K'ss 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga
From the hoovers to the hundreds,
From Kelly to Bounty hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the kids in now
LA Chiraq now, is packed now
Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the
Grandmother get shot out the church
How that
don't really like it but we grew up in it
City of angels, of the beast get chewed up in it
as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black
Started off unified the FBI know
A little sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack
False imprisonment, P, Geronimo Pratt
Now close your eyes, to me, your mind'll go back
Picture us together under the boat, that's a Kodak
And since is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback
Stolen identities, God left us without lowjack
Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta
Got of getting hanged so we started our own gangs
Tookie (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
two Lil' Country 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 and we know the shit could end any day

Though we still gang anyway, uh