Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

We it to the fullest
Keep it mang
You them niggas from the dirty
Do gangsta thangs
Hoes love it when I up in my big ol' truck
They good
With that crocodile touchin they
it what'chu want
I do it with the
it how I live it
Fat Boy, he
Watch say
My squad don't
My hood like
Make you all day
Don't about it, be
it like a G
I pop it like a

Ya girlfriend it
She me when I see her
She hate'chu you hate me
I rock it Aaliyah
Back and forth, up and
Harder, and
She hit me on my cell-phone, e-mail and
A regular nigga with makin money on my
A street hustla
Always on the
See me ya see me
Never when I be pullin up
Four-door, foreign, or big rims on truck
That's me with the clouds comin out the
On the or in the booth, yo
Hustle!
T.I.P!
go!
Ohhh!
Aye
Call it what'chu
I give it to ya
it how I live it pimp
It is it is
They can't kick it where I it
ain't live how I live
Ain't just run of the mill rapper with a deal
Wanna my buttons?
Tryin'a test my
in shoot-outs
But thanks to my vest, I'm
All these so called
Who act women
make 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 this
Paint a picture, a Chopper

And his clique
some niggas to ya house
That'cha didn't
Do thangs to ya wife
damage ya life
I think you can imagine
What that's to be like
Instead of bitchin all the
Ya should be to do right
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 still
Like some bitches and
I ain't gon' grindin
I see my pitch and fork
No, I'm a be richer you
My pops was richer yours
extradition
I y'all niggas wishin me dead
But I keep it instead
Get this in ya head
Call it what'chu
Well, I'm up in a big ol' truck
I looked in my rear-view, I saw a big ol' (Daaamn!)
I'm like "Hey Ms. Parker, when you let me fuck!? "
She "When you put some 23's on ya truck"
So I flipped me a brick in a of days
I hit the for throw-backs and couple of Jay's
And jack!
you will catch a couple of strays
me, Ball, and T.I.
Pack a of K's
Cause we gangstas
And you a motherfuckin
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
on my Sprint phone
My paint dubbed
I'm on Lorenz'
Cause in Texas
We twenty-twen' twens
And we, bang (Bang Screw)
And sip purple
Nigga, we straight the streets
You too commercial,
Call it what'chu