Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

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

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

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

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

Now the Squad's recognized, supplyin' connects with pies
Pumpin' pounds of weight, 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 I ain't hit when I buck and left 'em shit outta luck
I'ma like my daddy was, hittin' number spots
Sendin' me to my room while he was pot

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

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

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My daddy was a

Gangsta,
I be a gangsta
My was a gangsta
(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' that resembled her father
Mom knew shoulda schooled her, but the bitch didn't

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

Now she be runnin' wit some scramblers 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 she's just so they can snipe you

Movin' from to state, runnin' everythin' from guns to trains
And pushin' 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 raisin' Hell in the cell, no more his are hollerin'
You might suffer the 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 be a gangsta
My was a gangsta

Gangsta,
I be a gangsta
My daddy was a