Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

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

Pitch the ball, I'ma smack that
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 hold a name in the
Makin' the fifth scream, rockin' older to sleep
Make a fiend strip naked, 'cuz he for a week

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

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

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

I went from grams into O's, pounds to
On the strip pimpin' on some Goldie shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's me
I my spot, my whole team elected me

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My daddy was a

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

Here goes this doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it
She started out fuckin' dudes that her father
Mom knew shoulda schooled her, but the bitch bother

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

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

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

Now she's Hell in the cell, no more his are hollerin'
You might the same fate if you repeat 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 wanna be a
My was a gangsta