Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

We represent it to the
Keep it gangsta
You know them from the dirty
Do gangsta thangs
Hoes love it when I pull up in my big ol'
smokin 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 squad don't
My hood like
Make you all day
Don't talk it, be
it like a G
I pop it a Ruger

Ya girlfriend it
She me when I see her
She hate'chu you hate me
I rock it like
and forth, up and down
Harder, and
She hit me on my cell-phone, and beeper
A nigga with makin money on my mind
A young hustla
on the grind
See me ya see me
Never know I be pullin up
Four-door, foreign, or big rims on American
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 live it
It is it is
They can't kick it I kick it
They live how I live
Ain't just run of the mill rapper with a deal
Wanna push my
Tryin'a test my
Been in
But thanks to my vest, I'm
All these so villains
Who act like
Really make me
Don't make me stick
desert and elope yo slip
Un-load this
the gun go "click! "
Niggas try Tip
I'm a do him like
a picture, draw a Chopper

And his clique
some niggas to ya house
That'cha invite
Do thangs to ya wife
That'll damage ya
I think you can imagine
that's bout to be like
Instead of all the time
Ya be tryin to do right
Put a in ya mug
Make ya piss in ya
Have ya at the wake
Cryin, kissin ya
Yeah, I know the ice is
I'm a glisten, of
And y'all niggas whining
Like bitches and whores
I gon' stop grindin
I see my pitch and fork
No, I'm a be richer you
My pops was richer yours
It's
I know y'all niggas wishin me
But I keep it pimpin
Get shit in ya head
it what'chu 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, you gon' let me fuck!? "
She "When you put some 23's on ya truck"
So I flipped me a in a couple of days
I hit the for throw-backs 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 to come shank ya
Cause I'm "Trill" with' a "Pocket of Stones"
You know I'm dirty
Talkin' on my Sprint
My paint dubbed
I'm on Lorenz'
down in Texas
We roll twenty-twen'
And we, Screw (Bang Screw)
And sip that
Nigga, we from the streets
You too commercial,
Call it what'chu