Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

[Juelz
Oh, come on, fuck with boy
It's Santana, Heatmakers, we at?
Let me see you this
Killa, Jones,
man, I'm back at it

Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the
Go uptown to Harlem, 'em that I sent ya
Tell 'em August, I'm "Gon' Til' November"
I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em up
Call my bird, get my have her sent up (Please)
Call my niggaz, call my squad, 'em sent up (Please)
I see a I'm likin'
See some niggas getting money in a town I it
I run up on with the pound and light it
it's my block now, all right kid?
He understood me clear
Then that banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear
And I got back to my business, back to my
Back to the kitchen, pyrex vision
Pop, I let that white sit in
Get hard, get rock, get to the block and
Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm
And this is how I'm getting, how I get it
Hey!

[Chorus: Juelz
I stood alone the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, the channels
Watching how the do it
I stood alone, dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, math

[Juelz
Now I see death the corner
Gotta stay high, will I in the city where the skinny niggas die?
Nope, it's the where the skinny niggas ride
.45 semi on the side, twisting they drive, yeah
a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
One more for Shyne locked inside,
Two more for Cam, for over the Roc
Yeah, yeah, it's my
So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't with me, no way
Jose or Hector
Tech blows and watch yo' chest and tacos
Motherfucker I'm the best, I y'all before
I should before, ey!

Juelz Santana]
I stood watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta
I stood at home on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
how the gangstas do it
I alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking

I'm on the westside of Chicago, for a bust down
And me put my two arms up, Touchdown!
You stay in touch now, but when I tough
I'm like Buckshot shorty, you "Duck Down"
Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem,
Where we flash money, your bitch and ask you, what now?
Birds a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'
my kids, go and kiss they cousin
Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing
Worst then that, they go and kiss they husband
shit's disgusting
Keep the clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'
This on my wrist is
To me it's yellow hearts and pink diamonds
I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'
You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Via Bolo ho, Ta-to

Juelz Santana]
I stood alone the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the
how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking