Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

We represent it to the
Keep it gangsta
You them niggas from the dirty
Do them thangs
love it when I pull up in my big ol' truck
They smokin
With that touchin they butt
Call it what'chu
I do it with the
Spit it how I it
Fat Boy, he
Watch say
My don't play
My hood like
Make you all day
Don't talk it, be
About it a G
I pop it like a

Ya love it
She tell me I see her
She like you hate me
I it like Aaliyah
Back and forth, up and
Harder, and
She hit me on my cell-phone, and beeper
A regular nigga with makin money on my
A young hustla
on the grind
See me ya see me
Never when I be pullin up
Four-door, foreign, or big on American truck
That's me with the clouds out the roof
On the or in the booth, yo
Hustle!
T.I.P!
go!
Ohhh!
Aye
it what'chu want
I give it to ya
it how I live it pimp
It is it is
They kick it where I kick it
They ain't how I live
Ain't another run of the mill rapper with a deal
push my buttons?
Tryin'a test my
in shoot-outs
But thanks to my vest, I'm
All so called villains
Who act women
Really make me
Don't make me this
Fourty-fo' desert and yo slip
Un-load clip
the gun go "click! "
Niggas try Tip
I'm a do him this
Paint a picture, a Chopper

And erase his
Send some niggas to ya
didn't invite
Do some thangs to ya
That'll ya life
I don't think you can
What that's to be like
Instead of bitchin all the
Ya should be tryin to do
Put a in ya mug
ya piss in ya shorts
Have ya at the wake
Cryin, ya corpse
Yeah, I the ice is shining
I'm a glisten, of
And y'all niggas still
Like bitches and whores
I ain't gon' grindin
Until I see my and fork
No, I'm a be than you
My pops was than yours
It's
I y'all niggas wishin me dead
But I keep it pimpin
Get this in ya head
Call it want
Well, I'm pullin up in a big ol'
I looked in my rear-view, I saw a big ol' (Daaamn!)
I'm like "Hey Ms. Parker, when you let me fuck!? "
She "When you put some 23's on ya truck"
So I flipped me a brick in a of days
I hit the mall for throw-backs and of Jay's
And jack!
Cause you will catch a couple of
me, Ball, and T.I.
Pack a of K's
Cause we some
And you a motherfuckin
Get out-of-line and I'm a have to shank ya
Cause I'm "Trill" a "Pocket Full of Stones"
You know I'm dirty
Talkin' on my Sprint
My dubbed two-tone
I'm sittin on
Cause in Texas
We roll twenty-twen'
And we, bang (Bang Screw)
And sip that
Nigga, we from the streets
You too commercial,
Call it want