Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

Ollie ollie, free
one, two, three
Red light, light, one, two, three
Yo, I pop six boxes, some scalezes, uh

Pitch the ball, I'ma smack shit
Yeah, ohh, goin',
Yeah, yeah, up son?
Yo, I got this two nigga play me like

Nah, I got no bullets
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Top two for five, three for five, we

Now I'm in too
Only sixteen already a name in the street
Makin' the fifth scream, rockin' niggas to sleep
Make a fiend strip naked, 'cuz he for a week

Now the Squad's recognized, supplyin' connects with pies
Pumpin' pounds of weight, like exercise
Joe been over quarter with dope and homicide
Long before Charlie got knocked, until died

Young and not givin' a
There ain't a nigga I hit when I buck and left 'em shit outta luck
I'ma gangsta like my was, hittin' number spots
Sendin' me to my room he was puffin' pot

Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe I saw
Stacks of money on the bed and the
It wasn't til' I did what he did
I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life he lived

I went from grams O's, pounds to bricks
On the pimpin' hoes on some Goldie shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, selected me
I earned my spot, my whole elected me

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My daddy was a

Gangsta,
I be a gangsta
My daddy was a
(Yeah, unh, yo, unh)

Here goes chick doing ten in the bing
But we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out fuckin' dudes resembled her father
Mom knew shoulda schooled her, but the didn't bother

You couldn't blame her she got it from her
She was a rider from jump, her pop's died in the hands of a
Now she's mad at the world, no daddy's little girl
Now she's rockin' bandanas, no Shirley Temple girl

Now she be runnin' wit some scramblers that be in Alabama
Packin' twin hammers, screamin', "Life matter"
It's a vicious cycle, her is pretendin' to like you
Thinkin' you gettin' head, but she's duckin' so they can snipe you

Movin' from state to state, everythin' from guns to trains
And pushin' packs from to eight
You know I say her name, but she was a looker
Pretty thin', such a shame how life has took her

Now she's raisin' Hell in the cell, no more his are
You might suffer the same fate if you the followin'
Sell drugs, use drugs, get up in the mix
End up up or dead in a casket, that's it

Gangsta,
I be a gangsta
My was a gangsta

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My was a gangsta