Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

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

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

[Chorus: Juelz
I alone watching 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
Watching how the do it
I alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking

Santana]
Now I see death around the
Gotta stay high, will I in the city where the skinny niggas die?
Nope, it's the city the skinny niggas ride
.45 on the side, twisting when 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, my year
So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't with me, no way
Jose or Hector
Tech blows and watch yo' close and tacos
Motherfucker I'm the best, I y'all before
I should before, ey!

[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
Watching Shaft, math

I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust
And me put my two arms up, Touchdown!
You stay in touch now, but I tough down
I'm Buckshot shorty, you better "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 dicks suckin'
Swallow my kids, go and kiss they
Yes, they kissing cousins, kissing muppets
Worst then that, they go home and they husband
That disgusting
Keep the clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'
This on my wrist is
To me it's just hearts and pink diamonds
Where I get the money for this? Don't think
You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via ho, Ta-to

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