Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

We it to the fullest
Keep it mang
You know them niggas the dirty
Do gangsta thangs
Hoes love it I pull up in my big ol' truck
smokin good
With crocodile touchin they butt
Call it want
I do it with the
Spit it how I it
Fat Boy, he
what'cha say
My squad play
My hood Viagra
you hard all day
Don't talk 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 it like Aaliyah
Back and forth, up and
Harder, and
She hit me on my cell-phone, e-mail and
A regular with makin money on my mind
A young street
Always on the
See me ya see me
Never know 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
it what'chu want
I it to ya real
it how I live it pimp
It is it is
can't kick it where I kick it
They live how I live
Ain't just another run of the mill with a deal
Wanna push my
test my limits?
Been in
But thanks to my vest, I'm
All so called villains
Who act women
Really me sick
Don't me stick this
desert and elope yo slip
Un-load clip
the gun go "click! "
Niggas try Tip
I'm a do him like
Paint a picture, draw a

And his clique
some niggas to ya house
That'cha didn't
Do some to ya wife
damage ya life
I don't you can imagine
What that's bout to be
of bitchin all the time
Ya should be to do right
Put a in ya mug
Make ya in ya shorts
Have ya at the wake
Cryin, kissin ya
Yeah, I know the ice is
I'm a glisten, of
And niggas still whining
some bitches and whores
I gon' stop grindin
Until I see my pitch and
No, I'm a be richer you
My pops was richer yours
extradition
I know y'all niggas wishin me
But I it pimpin instead
Get shit in ya head
Call it 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, when you let me fuck!? "
She said "When you put some on ya truck"
So I me a brick in a couple of days
I hit the mall for and couple of Jay's
And jack!
Cause you catch 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
I'm "Trill" with' a "Pocket Full of Stones"
You know I'm dirty
on my Sprint phone
My paint two-tone
I'm sittin on
Cause down in
We roll twenty-twen'
And we, Screw (Bang Screw)
And sip that
Nigga, we straight the streets
You too commercial,
Call it want