Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

We represent it to the
Keep it mang
You know them niggas the dirty
Do them thangs
Hoes love it when I up in my big ol' truck
They smokin
With crocodile touchin they butt
Call it want
I do it with the
it how I live it
Fat Boy, he
Watch say
My don't play
My like Viagra
Make you all day
Don't about it, be
it like a G
I pop it a Ruger

Ya love it
She tell me I see her
She like you hate me
I rock it like
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 street hustla
Always on the
See me ya see me
Never when I be pullin up
Four-door, foreign, or big rims on American
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
Spit it how I it pimp
It is it is
They can't it where I kick it
ain't live how I live
Ain't just another run of the rapper with a deal
push my buttons?
Tryin'a my limits?
Been in
But to my vest, I'm livin
All so called villains
Who act like
Really me sick
make me stick this
Fourty-fo' and elope yo slip
this clip
the gun go "click! "
Niggas try Tip
I'm a do him like
Paint a picture, a Chopper

And erase his
Send niggas to ya house
That'cha invite
Do some to ya wife
That'll damage ya
I don't think you can
What bout to be like
of bitchin all the time
Ya be tryin to do right
Put a in ya mug
Make ya in ya shorts
Have ya mama at the
Cryin, ya corpse
Yeah, I the ice is shining
I'm a glisten, of
And y'all still whining
Like some and whores
I ain't gon' stop
Until I see my pitch and
No, I'm a be richer you
My pops was than yours
extradition
I know y'all niggas me dead
But I it pimpin instead
Get this shit in ya
Call it what'chu
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 said "When you put 23's 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 will catch a couple of
me, Ball, and T.I.
Pack a of K's
Cause we gangstas
And you a wanksta
Get out-of-line and I'm a to come shank ya
Cause I'm "Trill" a "Pocket Full of Stones"
You I'm ridin dirty
Talkin' on my Sprint
My paint dubbed
I'm on Lorenz'
Cause in Texas
We twenty-twen' twens
And we, Screw (Bang Screw)
And sip that
Nigga, we straight the streets
You too commercial,
Call it want