Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

We it to the fullest
it gangsta mang
You know them niggas from the
Do gangsta thangs
Hoes love it when I up in my big ol' truck
They good
With that crocodile touchin butt
Call it want
I do it the best
Spit it how I it
Fat Boy, he
Watch say
My don't play
My like Viagra
Make you all day
talk about it, be
About it a G
I pop it a Ruger

Ya girlfriend it
She tell me I see her
She hate'chu like you me
I rock it Aaliyah
Back and forth, up and
Harder, and
She hit me on my cell-phone, e-mail and
A nigga with makin money on my mind
A street hustla
Always on the
See me ya see me
know when I be pullin 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
it how I live it pimp
It is it is
They can't kick it I kick it
ain't live how I live
Ain't just run of the mill rapper with 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
Really me sick
Don't make me this
desert and elope yo slip
Un-load this
the gun go "click! "
Niggas try Tip
I'm a do him this
a picture, draw a Chopper

And his clique
Send niggas to ya house
That'cha invite
Do thangs to ya wife
That'll damage ya
I don't 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
ya piss in ya shorts
Have ya at the wake
Cryin, kissin ya
Yeah, I know the ice is
I'm a glisten, of
And y'all still whining
some bitches and whores
I gon' stop grindin
I see my pitch and fork
No, I'm a be than you
My pops was than yours
It's
I know y'all niggas me dead
But I it pimpin instead
Get shit 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, you gon' let me fuck!? "
She said "When you put some 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
we some gangstas
And you a wanksta
Get out-of-line and I'm a have to shank ya
Cause I'm "Trill" a "Pocket Full of Stones"
You I'm ridin dirty
Talkin' on my phone
My paint dubbed
I'm on Lorenz'
down in Texas
We twenty-twen' twens
And we, bang (Bang Screw)
And sip that
Nigga, we from the streets
You too commercial,
it what'chu want