Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

Um, yeah palms guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them clothes
Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do this a blindfold
I'm that player on the corner looking dry it rains
Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I trying to change
Far from average, I'm this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the freeze
Big cribs, four bars, pipe dreams
You only gangsta your bop screen
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 do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt the maggots
Heard everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang
Uh, yeah, side

Though we gang bang anyway, uh

B's and them h's, tats on faces, with extendos
Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out window
The make you limbo
Gotta keep them up, moving down Central
Young niggas with skinnies, moving with semis
Catch your ass leaving the club, you at Denny's
till it's empty, it seems so unreal
'Til the gunfire got you using as a shield
East side, west side, niggas chastised
Dropping like flies, we all know who die
We all go on and get the whole rundown
A 15 second clip until he put the gun
OG's who took more shots like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on your face 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 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 Park to Bounty hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the kids in now
LA Chiraq now, is packed now
at the pulpit, Jesus is the background
Grandmother get walking out the church
How sound?
Niggas don't really it but we grew up in it
of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it
Started as Black Panthers, everything power, pro black
Started off the FBI know that
A coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack
imprisonment, huey P, Geronimo Pratt
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 without lowjack
Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta
Got tired of getting hanged so we our own gangs
Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' Country caught a
And that was the first a crip ever killed a blood
Now the shit is worldwide it is what it was
We know the and we know the shit could end any day

Though we still gang anyway, uh