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 I pull up in my big ol' truck
They good
With crocodile touchin they butt
Call it want
I do it with the
it how I live it
Fat Boy, he
what'cha say
My don't play
My like Viagra
Make you all day
Don't talk it, be
About it a G
I pop it a Ruger

Ya girlfriend it
She me when 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, and beeper
A regular with makin money on my mind
A young hustla
Always on the
See me ya see me
know when I be pullin up
Four-door, foreign, or big on American truck
That's me with the 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 live how I live
Ain't just another run of the rapper with a deal
Wanna push my
test my limits?
Been in
But to my vest, I'm livin
All these so called
Who act like
make me sick
Don't make me stick
Fourty-fo' desert and elope yo
this clip
the gun go "click! "
Niggas try Tip
I'm a do him like
Paint a picture, a Chopper

And his clique
Send some to ya house
That'cha didn't
Do thangs to ya wife
That'll ya life
I think you can imagine
What that's bout to be
Instead of bitchin all the
Ya should be tryin to do
Put a in ya mug
ya piss in ya shorts
Have ya mama at the
Cryin, ya corpse
Yeah, I the ice is shining
I'm a glisten, of
And niggas still whining
some bitches and whores
I ain't stop grindin
I see my pitch and fork
No, I'm a be richer you
My was richer than yours
It's
I know y'all wishin me dead
But I keep it pimpin
Get shit in ya head
it what'chu want
Well, I'm pullin up in a big ol'
I looked in my rear-view, I saw a big ol' (Daaamn!)
I'm "Hey Ms. Parker, when you gon' 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 throw-backs and of Jay's
And jack!
Cause you will catch a of strays
me, Ball, and T.I.
Pack a of K's
Cause we some
And you a wanksta
Get out-of-line and I'm a have to shank ya
Cause I'm "Trill" with' a "Pocket of Stones"
You know I'm dirty
Talkin' on my phone
My paint dubbed
I'm sittin on
down in Texas
We roll twens
And we, Screw (Bang Screw)
And sip that
Nigga, we straight the streets
You too commercial,
it what'chu want