Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

[Juelz
Oh, come on, fuck your boy
Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?
Let me see you this
Killa, Jones,
Yeah man, I'm at it

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

[Chorus: Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my
Listening to music
I stood at home on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in
Shaft, clocking math

[Juelz
Now I see death the corner
Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny die?
Nope, it's the city the skinny niggas ride
.45 semi on the side, twisting when drive, yeah
Lick a for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
One for Shyne locked inside, yeah
Two for Cam, for taking over the Roc
Yeah, yeah, my year
So, okay, okay, okay, y'all fuck with me, no way
or Hector Camacho
Tech blows and watch yo' close and tacos
Motherfucker I'm the best, I y'all before
I y'all before, ey!

Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, 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, getting dome, from a thick chick in
Watching Shaft, math

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

[Chorus: Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, on my handles
to gangsta music
I stood at home on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a chick in sandles
Shaft, clocking math