Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

Ollie ollie, free
one, two, three
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, what up
Yo, I got this two nigga play me like

Nah, I ain't got no
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Top two for five, three for five, we

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

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

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

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

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

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My was a gangsta

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 time we see her do it
She started out fuckin' that 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 died in the hands of a chump
Now mad at the world, no more daddy's little girl
Now she's bandanas, no more Shirley Temple girl

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

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

Now she's raisin' in the cell, no more his are hollerin'
You might the same fate if you repeat the followin'
drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix
End up locked up or dead in a casket, it

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My daddy was a

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My daddy was a