Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

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

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

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

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

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

Young and not a fuck
There ain't a nigga I hit when I buck and left 'em shit outta luck
gangsta like 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 believe I saw
Stacks of on the bed and the floor
It long til' I did what 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 pimpin' hoes on some Goldie shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, selected me
I earned my spot, my whole elected me

Gangsta,
I be a gangsta
My daddy was a

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

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

You blame her 'cuz she got it from her
She was a rider from jump, her died in the hands of a chump
Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's little
Now she's rockin' bandanas, no Shirley Temple girl

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

Movin' from state to state, runnin' everythin' from to trains
And pushin' packs eight 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 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 was a gangsta

Gangsta,
I be a gangsta
My was a gangsta