Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

We represent it to the
Keep it mang
You them niggas from the dirty
Do them gangsta
Hoes love it when I pull up in my big ol'
They good
With that crocodile touchin they
it what'chu want
I do it the best
it how I live it
Fat Boy, he
what'cha say
My squad play
My hood like
you hard all day
Don't about it, be
it like a G
I pop it like a

Ya girlfriend it
She tell me I see her
She hate'chu like you me
I rock it Aaliyah
and forth, up and down
Harder, and
She hit me on my cell-phone, e-mail and
A regular nigga with makin money on my
A street hustla
Always on the
See me ya see me
Never know when I be up
Four-door, foreign, or big rims on truck
That's me the clouds comin out the roof
On the or in the booth, yo
Hustle!
T.I.P!
go!
Ohhh!
Aye
Call it what'chu
I give it to ya
Spit it how I it pimp
It is it is
They can't kick it where I it
They ain't how I live
Ain't just another run of the mill rapper a deal
push my buttons?
Tryin'a my limits?
in shoot-outs
But thanks to my vest, I'm
All these so called
Who act women
make me sick
Don't make me this
desert and elope yo slip
Un-load clip
the gun go "click! "
wanna try Tip
I'm a do him this
Paint a picture, draw a

And his clique
some niggas to ya house
That'cha didn't
Do some to ya wife
That'll ya life
I think you can imagine
What that's to be like
Instead of all the time
Ya should be tryin to do
Put a in ya mug
Make ya in ya shorts
Have ya at the wake
Cryin, ya corpse
Yeah, I know the ice is
I'm a glisten, of
And y'all still whining
some bitches and whores
I ain't gon' stop
Until I see my and fork
No, I'm a be richer you
My pops was than yours
extradition
I know niggas wishin me dead
But I keep it pimpin
Get shit in ya head
Call it what'chu
Well, I'm pullin up in a big ol'
I in my rear-view, I saw a big ol' butt (Daaamn!)
I'm like "Hey Ms. Parker, you gon' let me fuck!? "
She "When you put some 23's on ya truck"
So I flipped me a in a couple of days
I hit the mall for throw-backs and couple of
And jack!
you will catch a couple of strays
me, Ball, and T.I.
Pack a of K's
we some gangstas
And you a motherfuckin
Get and I'm a have to come shank ya
I'm "Trill" with' a "Pocket Full of Stones"
You know I'm ridin
Talkin' on my phone
My paint dubbed
I'm on Lorenz'
down in Texas
We roll twens
And we, Screw (Bang Screw)
And sip that
Nigga, we straight the streets
You too commercial,
it what'chu want