Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I left you dead on the curb
his family get them black clothes
Any witness gets a 9 cold, do this with a blindfold
I'm that player on the corner dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I trying to change
Far from average, I'm smoking this
Bottled teeth, karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, bars, living pipe dreams
You gangsta through your bop screen
Might set the reason for the crime
up the city with madness
We the reason the hearses left your and holding up traffic
Let the do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric
Better than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys
homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, side

Though we still 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 chopper make you
keep them antennas up, moving down Central
Young niggas with skinnies, moving with them
your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's
Squeeze till it's empty, it so unreal
'Til the got you using tables as a shield
side, west side, niggas getting chastised
Dropping like flies, we all know who die
We all go on and get the whole rundown
A 15 second clip he put the gun down
Know OG's who took more shots like
Had that MAC paint on your face cosmetics
Chucking up big ass B's is my
Type of shit that make you go if I let it
Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and

Though we still gang anyway, uh

Hundred days, hundred nights,
Let the K'ss scream 'til we see the red and lights, nigga
From the hoovers to the hundreds,
Kelly Park to Bounty hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the in Iraq now
LA now, funerals is packed now
Preachers at the pulpit, is the background
Grandmother get walking out the church
How that
Niggas really like it but we grew up in it
City of angels, belly of the get chewed up in it
Started as Panthers, everything power, everything pro black
Started off unified the FBI that
A little coke sprinkled on tables but no crack
imprisonment, huey P, Geronimo Pratt
Now close eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back
Picture us chained under the boat, that's a Kodak
And since today is Thursday, let me hit you a throwback
Stolen identities, God left us without lowjack
to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains
Got tired of hanged so we started our own gangs
Tookie (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' Country a slug
And that was the first 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

Though we still gang anyway, uh