Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

Ollie ollie, oxen
Like one, two,
Red light, light, one, two, three
Yo, I pop six boxes, play 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 already hold a name in the street
Makin' the fifth scream, older niggas to sleep
Make a strip naked, 'cuz he owed for a week

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

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

Still I use to peak from the door, believe what I saw
of money on the bed and the floor
It long til' I did what he did
I was an kid and got exposed to the life that he lived

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

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My daddy was a

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

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

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

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

Movin' from state to state, everythin' from guns to trains
And pushin' packs 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 raisin' Hell in the cell, no more his are
You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the
drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix
End up up or dead in a casket, that's it

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My daddy was a

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My was a gangsta