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 black 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 out a pussy, I ain't trying to change
Far average, I'm smoking this cabbage
Bottled teeth, karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, bars, living pipe dreams
You only through your bop screen
Might set the reason for the scene
up the city with madness
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 with the maggots
Heard drive-bys
Seen homies die early age, we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg

Though we still gang anyway, uh

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

Though we gang bang anyway, uh

Hundred days, hundred nights,
Let the scream '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 in Iraq now
LA now, funerals is packed now
Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the
Grandmother get shot walking out the
How sound?
Niggas don't like it but we grew up in it
City of angels, belly of the beast get up in it
Started as Black Panthers, everything power, pro black
Started off the FBI know that
A little coke on tables but wasn't no crack
False imprisonment, huey P, Pratt
Now close your eyes, listen to me, your go back
Picture us chained under the boat, that's a Kodak
And since today is Thursday, let me hit you a throwback
identities, God left us here without lowjack
Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up chains
Got tired of getting so we started our own gangs
Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' Country caught a
And that was the first time a ever killed a blood
Now the shit is cause it is what it was
We know the and we know the shit could end any day

Though we still bang anyway, uh