Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

We represent it to the
Keep it mang
You know them from the dirty
Do gangsta thangs
Hoes love it when I pull up in my big ol'
They good
With crocodile touchin they butt
it what'chu want
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 about it, be
About it a G
I pop it a Ruger

Ya love 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, and beeper
A regular with makin money on my mind
A young hustla
on the grind
See me ya see me
know when I be pullin up
Four-door, foreign, or big on American 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 it to ya real
it how I live it pimp
It is it is
They can't it where I kick it
They ain't how I live
Ain't just run of the mill rapper with a deal
Wanna my buttons?
Tryin'a my limits?
Been in
But thanks to my vest, I'm
All these so villains
Who act like
Really me sick
make me stick this
Fourty-fo' desert and yo slip
this clip
the gun go "click! "
Niggas try Tip
I'm a do him this
Paint a picture, draw a

And his clique
some niggas to ya house
That'cha invite
Do some thangs to ya
That'll ya life
I don't you can imagine
What that's to be like
Instead of all the time
Ya be tryin to do right
Put a in ya mug
Make ya in ya shorts
ya mama at the wake
Cryin, kissin ya
Yeah, I the ice is shining
I'm a glisten, of
And y'all niggas still
some bitches and whores
I ain't gon' grindin
Until I see my pitch and
No, I'm a be richer you
My pops was than yours
extradition
I know y'all wishin me dead
But I keep it instead
Get shit in ya head
it what'chu want
Well, I'm up in a big ol' truck
I in my rear-view, I saw a big ol' butt (Daaamn!)
I'm like "Hey Ms. Parker, you gon' let me fuck!? "
She said "When you put some on ya truck"
So I flipped me a brick in a couple of
I hit the mall for throw-backs and couple of
And jack!
Cause you will a couple of strays
me, Ball, and T.I.
Pack a of K's
we some gangstas
And you a wanksta
Get out-of-line and I'm a have to come ya
Cause I'm "Trill" with' a "Pocket of Stones"
You know I'm ridin
Talkin' on my phone
My paint dubbed
I'm sittin on
down in Texas
We roll twens
And we, Screw (Bang Screw)
And sip purple
Nigga, we straight from the
You too commercial,
it what'chu want