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

ONE
Oh, we them, my nigga...
I that street life, I did time in the state...
I don' with them FEDs, had to rob for a plate...
Had to murder me a few so I take a minus...
and bury all tools, putting that behind us...
Keep the new choppers close, to Linus...
Charlie Benz, Dog, nothing but the finest...
kingpin, Project Pata...
I know you niggas sell dope, but my fatter...
A drum on the Tom, son, bullets scatter...
Slugs enter in your back, and out your bladder...
Ratta when I'm busting on a rata...
I'm screaming "Off your head" like the mad hatter...nigga...

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

TWO
You dope in my neighborhood, I wish a nigga would...
We got the guns and mask, then it to your hood...
I'll snatch you out butter guts, but I'm not a fool...
rounds, first will shoot you up, bullets going through...
Any car, through the steel, cutting past leather...
Mash down on this like it was a gas pedal...
Blast better, in use, I'ma let loose...
Blood leaking out your stomach mixed that Grey Goose...
Was of spooked once them slugs whistled past 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 false in these 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 the diamonds in our ear...
And we still throwing signs, gang signs...
And we throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, signs...