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 (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 paper over here, pull over 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 still throwing signs, gang signs...

ONE
Oh, we them, my nigga...
I that 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...
and bury all tools, putting that behind us...
Keep the new close, blanket to Linus...
Charlie Brown Benz, Dog, but the finest...
kingpin, Project Pata...
I know you niggas sell dope, but my fatter...
A hundred on the Tom, son, bullets scatter...
Slugs enter in your back, and come out bladder...
Ratta tatta when I'm on a rata...
I'm screaming "Off with your head" 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 gang signs, signs...
And we still throwing signs, gang signs...
And we still gang signs, gang signs...
And we still gang signs, gang signs...

TWO
You dope in my neighborhood, I wish a nigga would...
We got the guns and mask, then bring it to hood...
I'll snatch you out them guts, but I'm not a fool...
Fifty rounds, first will shoot you up, going through...
Any car, ripping through the steel, past leather...
Mash on this trigger like it was a gas pedal...
Blast better, choppers in use, let loose...
Blood leaking out your 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 bar the police, they can get it with ya...
You flaggers in these streets, we gon' get up with ya...

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