Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

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

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

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
the fifth scream, rockin' older niggas to sleep
Make a fiend strip naked, 'cuz he 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 Charlie 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
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, to bricks
On the strip pimpin' hoes on Goldie shit
I'ma by destiny, OG's 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 chick ten in the bing
But 'less we time we see her do it again
She started out fuckin' dudes that resembled her
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 pop's in the hands of a chump
Now mad at the world, no more daddy's little girl
Now rockin' bandanas, no more Shirley Temple girl

Now she be runnin' wit 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 gettin' head, but she's just duckin' so they can you

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

Now she's raisin' Hell in the cell, no his are hollerin'
You might suffer the fate if you repeat the followin'
Sell drugs, use drugs, get 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 wanna be a
My was a gangsta