Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

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

Though we still bang anyway, uh

B's and them h's, tats on faces, Glocks extendos
Chucking up the hood then like 80 out that window
The chopper you limbo
keep them antennas up, moving down Central
Young niggas with skinnies, with them semis
Catch your ass leaving the club, murk you at
Squeeze till it's empty, it so unreal
'Til the got you using tables as a shield
East side, west side, getting chastised
Dropping like fruit flies, we all who die
We all go on Insta and get the whole
A 15 second until he put the gun down
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 that make you go brazy if I let it
got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics

Though we still bang anyway, uh

Hundred days, hundred nights,
Let the K'ss scream 'til we see the red and blue lights,
From the hoovers to the hundreds,
Kelly Park to Bounty hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the kids in now
LA Chiraq now, funerals is now
Preachers at the pulpit, is the background
Grandmother get walking out the church
How that
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 the FBI know that
A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no
False imprisonment, P, Geronimo Pratt
Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go
us chained together 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
Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up chains
Got tired of getting hanged so we our own gangs
Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester (Blood)
Seventy two Country caught a slug
And that was the first time a crip ever killed a
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