Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

Um, yeah palms sweating it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the
Tell his family get them clothes
Any gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold
I'm that player on the looking dry when it rains
a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to change
Far from average, I'm this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, the cops freeze
Big cribs, bars, living pipe dreams
You only gangsta through your bop
set the reason for the crime scene
Fill up the with madness
We the reason the hearses left your 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 die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, side

Though we gang bang anyway, uh

B's and h's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos
Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that
The chopper make you
Gotta them antennas up, moving down Central
Young niggas with skinnies, moving them semis
Catch your ass the club, murk you at Denny's
Squeeze it's empty, it seems so unreal
'Til the gunfire got you using as a shield
East side, west side, niggas chastised
Dropping like fruit flies, we all who die
We all go on Insta and get the rundown
A 15 second clip until he put the gun
Know OG's who took more like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on your face cosmetics
up big ass B's is my fetish
Type of shit that make you go if I let it
Niggas got zippers, and prosthetics

Though we still bang anyway, uh

days, hundred nights, nigga
Let the scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga
From the hoovers to the hundreds,
From Kelly Park to Bounty hunters,
(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 walking out the church
How that
Niggas don't like it but we grew up in it
of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it
Started as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro
Started off unified the FBI know
A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no
False imprisonment, huey P, Geronimo
Now close eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back
Picture us chained together under the boat, a Kodak
And since is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback
Stolen identities, God left us here lowjack
Forced to ourselves, forced to break up outta chains
Got of getting hanged so we started our own gangs
Tookie (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' Country caught a
And that was the time a crip ever killed a blood
Now the shit is cause it is what it was
We know the history and we the shit could end any day

Though we gang bang anyway, uh