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

ONE
Oh, we them, my nigga...
I live that life, I did time in the state...
I don' wrestled them 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...
Keep the new close, blanket to Linus...
Brown Benz, Dog, nothing but the finest...
Tennessee kingpin, Pata...
I you niggas sell dope, but my pockets fatter...
A hundred on the Tom, son, bullets scatter...
Slugs enter in back, and come out your bladder...
Ratta tatta I'm busting on a rata...
I'm screaming "Off with your head" the mad hatter...nigga...

We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out 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 gang signs, signs...
And we still throwing signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, signs...
And we still throwing 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...
snatch you out them butter guts, but I'm not a fool...
Fifty rounds, will shoot you up, bullets going through...
Any car, ripping the steel, cutting past leather...
down on this trigger like it was a gas pedal...
Blast better, in use, I'ma let loose...
Blood out your stomach mixed with that Grey Goose...
Was kind of spooked once slugs whistled past your head...
You heard the kiss of death, on support, you at the MED...
And we don't bar the police, they can get it ya...
You false flaggers in streets, we gon' get up with ya...

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