Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

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Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G
Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta,
Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, I'm gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q
Figg Side! They want gangsta shit
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What it do, young niggas? What it do, young
I got my drink in my cup, I got my Backwood, no
And bitch, I'm faded, fucking faded, yeah, I'm
What? I'm famous, fucking famous, I made it!
When I was broke, I got me that
my nine, I hit me that lick
And then with that lick, it with that yola
With yola, it came with your bitch
And see now your bitch, she gon' work on that
I don't care if that ho got
me racks and you won't get a quarter
She don't run game, I'm the controller
So what's up now? Straight pimpin' over
Now put that on verse, nigga
I be checking ass all on the curb,
You tell that she fucking with a Figg nigga
What it is, Perrier Jouet Rosé, I might relocate
Out of my mind, world, I'm hot, gotdammit, I'm fly
(Yay yay) My grandma showed me my first
My nigga always had the fliest gats, I finally got mine dirt nap
niggas don't die homeboy, we multiply
Shit, come around my town you clown, that's

Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta,
Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G
Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta,
Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, I'm gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q
Figg Side! They want gangsta shit
Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, uh (Gangsta shit, shit)
Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, yak (Gangsta shit, shit)
Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, yak (Gangsta shit, shit)

My said don't be that, that little nigga that sold crack
Gangbanger that jack, always trying to figure where the beef at
Knock, knock-knock your on the doormat
Bitch nigga, you call that?
We on block patrol, nigga fuck roll, got the gat on me
Nigga look, right here
Bulldog bark, you could die here
Real gangsta niggas no fear
Real niggas tattoo their tears
Hopping out of vans, deserting plans
All up, no Wu-Tang Clan
days lettin' off through that Aryan
Call bitch 3 for 10
I'm fucking up the streets
Tags on the toes all your friends
Let the barrel spin, get in
the funk, groovy as I'm running through your system
Seem like you only target victim
Red dot, chicken pox symptoms
Sad day, had his all sickened
to state the facts
We care if he election black, we got a strap
shit, shooting me if I'm broke or rich
I got a
sober, kush odor, kush soda's, crip stoner
Real head, off with your shoulders, make over

Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta,
Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G
Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta,
Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, I'm gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q
Figg Side! They want that shit
Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, uh (Gangsta shit, shit)
Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, yak (Gangsta shit, shit)
Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, yak (Gangsta shit, shit)