Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

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

Pitch the ball, smack that shit
Yeah, ohh, goin',
Yeah, yeah, what up
Yo, I got twenty 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 scream, rockin' older niggas to sleep
Make a fiend naked, 'cuz he owed for a week

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

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

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

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

Gangsta,
I be a gangsta
My was a gangsta

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

Here this chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme we see her do it again
She started out fuckin' dudes that resembled her
Mom knew shoulda schooled her, but the bitch didn't

You blame her 'cuz 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 more daddy's little
Now rockin' bandanas, no more Shirley Temple girl

Now she be runnin' wit some scramblers that be in Alabama
Packin' hammers, screamin', "Life doesn't matter"
It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretendin' to you
Thinkin' you gettin' head, but just duckin' so they can snipe you

Movin' from state to state, runnin' everythin' guns to trains
And pushin' from eight to eight
You I can't say her name, but she was a looker
thin', such a shame how this life has took her

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

Gangsta,
I be a gangsta
My daddy was a

Gangsta,
I be a gangsta
My was a gangsta