Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bangin Ass Criminal

[daz
Yeah, daz
I'm gonna take you into gangsta shit
What y'all niggas don't know about
And now you ? feels? to about,
we call gangsta rap
But this is for the niggas who was down day one

Love to hear, love to you motherfuckers
I all you ghetto livin', struggling from day to day,
Tryin' to flip a figure dollar devil up a bag of weed,
A fresh of khakis and take a bitch to the groovy ass niggas
To get your money man, get
These motherfuckers are cut off
How are we go eat if we don't
These (? ) bitch to me the game out of young black niggas lives
Striking us out from left to
With no motherfucking one in
that!!
Sell your
Get your jack on, get sack on,
Put rag on and get your motherfucking thang on, niggas
it's on
God it's on
Now the hell you bout to go youngster

[the (tray deee, ty 'causez, bad a$$, technique)]
Go nigga
Bout to go get the homies nigga, now
[daz] oh yeah motherfucker on
gang]
Ay come on bad a$$ let's do it nigga, it's on now
Ay ay
up nigga (what's up)
Ay
Nigga the homie called, the big shot today (word)
Nigga you were ment to meet him nigga
(man I my baby inside today man)
up

Nigga, ay, we can't realy talk right now tough (alright)
But uh, it's going down on 9-30 nigga
The big man hoe
Be nigga

[bad a$$ ]what's up daz
[daz] shit, bad a$$, tryin' to keep it than real, man
half these punk ass....
Motherfucking niggas around here
The big spot nigga, ain't no dollar.
[ba] man I'm to have
Man I ain't trying to go for
man you know my glock is hot
(eastside)

Verse one: [kurupt tha
I'm coming through your zone late night,
pound gangsta to flame the light shit
Cause I on,
I'm 20 tall
The biggest walkin' bill fuck to get killed
Get
Don't try to sneak a peak in my
(? home at ) , overdose the thoughts when he look
The
The hittin' zone that I'm
Don't play with my intelligence nigga as the (? slittin'? )
(? )
So I only got two loc me the blasin' bomb

I bring the pain no (? )
Execution style is the shells from the veal
Down to the ground like the of the dummies
Just what the you thinkin' try to play with my money
It's nothing but the dogg gangstas
Mashes, disasters, 38 stashes

Verse two: [tray
I arise in disguise to surprise ass
What you thought you caught me
I ride to blast
the canna
We let the all up in your nuts
When niggas droppin', they stop with the plan they
Got to for my gate
(? ) of break
Marked niggas in, they try to win and get sprayed
Rip the
Go flip the to chapter three
First groove, they fools come after me
I to free,
Styles of
Ask for g
A nigga to answer me
My rip as the beach that I represent
Dead nigga my stare not to step to this

Verse three: dillinger]
Now o yeah tray
I I see the whole plot
Be on alert, niggas
under that nigga caught
So the microphone on my own
I shown to
for these mc's with the sludge of a chrome
I take the
Down on my own lyrical
When the are changed ,
When the storms and
Wide
Spittin' rhymes, the so precise
(? )
on mics like ice
in the day
I get drunk,
(? ) of plastic
in the truck
Because the rhyme as
I shit buck like the
through
Bouncin' the droptop
Like gangstas chillin on the
Nah, we ain't for shit
Got doors like capone
chick your dick on my clip
Forty-fives and
and automatics
Sniveling, coming for you
When your boys some stats
I got to have eleven to of the drama
Enthusing me to gets my with the slaughter
to be known as daz dillinger
For the shit I known for
A pound criminal

four: [soopafly]
Now if the hot
I hit the make the topdrop
Don't
It's soopafly with the sho
stop
I got ya whole to
and listen
I rendition the with precision
You can't
Amaze me a place a saddle
It's dogg pound (? ) like a shadow
I met a motherfucker who can make you stick
I never met a motherfucker who can my clique
You serve, you'll the twitch like a nerve
You'll try to step to my wild seperve
Adjective the
pack with the words
I'll make it
The jaws and observe
I sold the block for crook, daz, style and deee
We be coming with the
be the bomb baby
And ain't a dogg pound gangsta knock you to the flow
Either you stupid as fuck or just don't

Verse [bad a$$]
Now I know you, you,
as fuck
Cock, bust like a off punk,
barrel on 'em
Black gambinos at
Get de on 'em
If I 'em
I go get 'em
If I shot a nine
Twice, that's what I like
My ain't empty
Do try to the ridah
Nativity
Bust, I lead ya
ya
Fear them, frightened for your
your last few
Live hot live from gunblast
Outlaws,
Low life, south
Long niggas blast
Yeah the b-side is
The most, the
The west, the
We bitches
Sippin', hittin'
Dippin' robbin' niggas
Itchy fingers on
Itty, niggas
for war
We kick down door
eatin'
Lay down on the floor

Verse six:
The same thing, place
With snakes, and strong grown
Robbery cases, faces
On
It was seen, it was
It ain't
For homies to be
Disagree, no one was
Known the curls
The obstacles
to the feet from gettin' served
Growing up is
name
Here's the streets it gets
You can (? ) and (? )
Then I guess you had
(? )
It ain't that I be distorted
And my

Is for seein', so I
Bodies and
Win the
the shots for your nuts
Nigga
That's why I (? ) my dippin'
Cause why is all we tryin' to the progress
I just ain't the one to hit
Young sees
Who I got a to hit
And constantly flips
Outta wall with fast talkin'
And quick
How the is solved
I it all (I want it all)
But it's movin' to
I'm out to
I don't which way to go,
Was on the right
I
Without doin' a dirty word about caught
("getting caught" echoes)