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 that shit
Yeah, ohh, goin',
Yeah, yeah, what up
Yo, I got this twenty two nigga 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
Makin' the fifth scream, rockin' older to sleep
a fiend strip naked, 'cuz he owed for a week

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

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

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

I went from into 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 was a gangsta

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

Here goes chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme we see her do it again
She started out dudes that resembled 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 more little girl
Now she's rockin' bandanas, no more Shirley girl

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

Movin' from to state, runnin' everythin' from guns to trains
And pushin' from eight to eight
You know I can't say her name, but she was a
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 the followin'
drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix
End up locked up or in a casket, that's it

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My daddy was a

Gangsta,
I be a gangsta
My daddy was a