Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

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Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, I'm gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q
Figg Side! They that gangsta shit
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What it do, young What it do, young bitches?
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!
I was broke, I got me that nine
With my nine, I hit me that
And with that lick, it came with that yola
With that yola, it with your bitch
And see now your bitch, she work on that corner
I don't if that ho got pneumonia
me racks and you won't get a quarter
She don't run game, I'm the only
So what's up now? Straight pimpin' here
Now put shit on verse, nigga
I be ass all on the curb, nigga
You could tell that she fucking a Figg nigga
What it is, nigga? Perrier Jouet Rosé, I might
Out of my mind, world, I'm hot, gotdammit, I'm fly
(Yay yay) My grandma showed me my strap
My nigga Rat-Tone always had the fliest gats, I finally got 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)
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My momma said don't be that, that little that sold crack
Gangbanger that street jack, always to figure where the beef at
Knock, your brain on the doormat
Bitch nigga, you call that?
We on block patrol, nigga fuck roll, got the gat on me
Nigga look, it's right
bark, you could die right here
Real gangsta niggas have no
Real never tattoo their tears
Hopping out of vans, deserting plans
All hoodied up, no Wu-Tang
Three days lettin' off through Aryan
Call bitch 3 for 10
I'm fucking up the streets
Tags on the toes all amongst your
Let the spin, get blended in
Embrace the funk, as I'm running through your system
Seem like you only Hindu victim
Red dot, pox type symptoms
Sad day, had his all sickened
to state the facts
We don't 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 soldier head, off 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 that 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)