Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

We it to the fullest
Keep it mang
You know them niggas the dirty
Do them gangsta
Hoes love it when I up in my big ol' truck
They smokin
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 hood like
Make you all day
talk about it, be
About it a G
I pop it a Ruger

Ya love it
She me when I see her
She like you hate me
I rock it Aaliyah
Back and forth, up and
Harder, and
She hit me on my cell-phone, and beeper
A regular nigga with money on my mind
A young hustla
Always on the
See me ya see me
Never know I be pullin up
Four-door, foreign, or big on American truck
me with the clouds comin out the roof
On the or in the booth, yo
Hustle!
T.I.P!
go!
Ohhh!
Aye
it what'chu want
I it to ya real
Spit it how I it pimp
It is it is
They kick it where I kick it
ain't live how I live
Ain't just another run of the rapper with a deal
Wanna my buttons?
test my limits?
Been in
But to my vest, I'm livin
All these so villains
Who act like
make me sick
Don't make me stick
Fourty-fo' desert and yo slip
Un-load clip
the gun go "click! "
Niggas try Tip
I'm a do him like
Paint a picture, a Chopper

And his clique
some niggas to ya house
That'cha invite
Do thangs to ya wife
That'll ya life
I don't you can imagine
What bout to be like
of bitchin all the time
Ya should be tryin to do
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 whining
Like some bitches and
I ain't stop grindin
Until I see my and fork
No, I'm a be richer you
My was richer than yours
extradition
I y'all niggas wishin me dead
But I keep it pimpin
Get shit in ya head
Call it want
Well, I'm pullin up in a big ol'
I in my rear-view, I saw a big ol' butt (Daaamn!)
I'm "Hey Ms. Parker, when you gon' let me fuck!? "
She "When you put some 23's on ya truck"
So I flipped me a brick in a couple of
I hit the for throw-backs and couple of Jay's
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 two-tone
I'm on Lorenz'
down in Texas
We roll twenty-twen'
And we, Screw (Bang Screw)
And sip that
Nigga, we straight from the
You too commercial,
Call it want