Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

Ollie ollie, oxen
one, two, three
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 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
Only sixteen already hold a name in the
Makin' the fifth scream, rockin' older niggas to
Make a fiend strip naked, he owed for a week

Now the Squad's gettin' recognized, supplyin' connects with
Pumpin' pounds of weight, nigga 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 hit when I buck and left 'em shit outta luck
I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin' 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 til' I did he did
I was an kid and got exposed to the life that he lived

I from grams into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin' 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 wanna be a
My was a gangsta
(Yeah, unh, yo, unh)

Here goes this chick ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it
She started out fuckin' dudes that resembled her
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 died in the hands of a chump
Now she's mad at the world, no daddy's little girl
Now she's rockin' bandanas, no more Shirley Temple

Now she be runnin' wit some scramblers that be in Alabama
Packin' hammers, screamin', "Life doesn't matter"
It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretendin' to you
Thinkin' you gettin' head, but she's just duckin' so they can you

Movin' state to state, runnin' everythin' from guns 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 this life has her

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

Gangsta,
I be a gangsta
My was a gangsta

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My was a gangsta