Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Signs

Yeah, this go out to all my Crip and Blood niggas, Georgia, Tennessee, North Carolina, Alabama, MISSISSIPPI, all my Blood (Cali) niggas in Galveston Texas, Blood and Crip niggas in Dallas, y'all know the business. Bounty Hunter Bloods, Piru Bloods (HTown), all my Grape Street Crip niggas. Rolling 90's, Neighborhood Crips, Rolling 60's, Rolling 20's, Rolling 30's, 107 Hoover Crip (South Carolina), FiveDeuce Hoover Crips, OKC, Oklahoma City (Richmond Virginia), all them Crip niggas in Oklahoma City, and Crip niggas (Tennessee) in Little Rock Arkansas, y'all know the business...

We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out with the diamonds in our ear...
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out with the diamonds in our ear...
And we still throwing signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, signs...

ONE
Oh, we them, my nigga...
I live street life, I did time in the state...
I don' wrestled with FEDs, had to rob for a plate...
Had to murder me a few so I wouldn't a minus...
Break and bury all tools, that behind us...
the new choppers close, blanket to Linus...
Charlie Benz, Dog, nothing but the finest...
Tennessee kingpin, Pata...
I know you niggas dope, but my pockets fatter...
A hundred on the Tom, son, bullets scatter...
Slugs in your back, and come out your bladder...
Ratta tatta I'm busting on a rata...
I'm screaming "Off your head" like the mad hatter...nigga...

We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
We got paper over here, capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
And we still throwing signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, signs...
And we still throwing signs, gang signs...
And we throwing gang signs, gang signs...

TWO
You selling dope in my neighborhood, I wish a would...
We got the guns and mask, then it to your hood...
I'll snatch you out them guts, but I'm not a fool...
Fifty rounds, first will shoot you up, bullets through...
Any car, ripping through the steel, past leather...
Mash down on this trigger it was a gas pedal...
better, choppers in use, I'ma let loose...
Blood leaking out your stomach mixed with that Goose...
Was kind of spooked once them slugs whistled your head...
You the kiss of death, on life support, you at the MED...
And we don't bar the police, they can get it ya...
You flaggers in these streets, we gon' get up with ya...

We got paper over here, pull over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches the diamonds in our ear...
And we still gang signs, gang signs...
And we throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still gang signs, gang signs...
And we still gang signs, gang signs...