Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

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Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta,
Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, I'm gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q
Figg Side! They that gangsta shit
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What it do, young niggas? What it do, young
I got my in my cup, I got my Backwood, no swishers
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 then that lick, it came with that yola
With that yola, it came with bitch
And see now bitch, she gon' work on that corner
I don't care if ho got pneumonia
Give me and you won't get a quarter
She run game, I'm the only controller
So what's up now? pimpin' over here
Now put that on verse, nigga
I be checking ass all on the curb,
You could tell she fucking with a Figg nigga
What it is, nigga? Perrier Rosé, I might relocate
Out of my mind, world, I'm hot, gotdammit, I'm fly
(Yay yay) My showed me my first strap
My nigga Rat-Tone had the fliest gats, I finally got mine dirt nap
Real niggas 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 that gangsta
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 momma said don't be that, little nigga that sold crack
that street jack, always trying to figure where the beef at
Knock, knock-knock brain on the doormat
Bitch nigga, what you call
We on block patrol, fuck your roll, got the gat on me
Nigga look, it's right
Bulldog bark, you could die right
Real gangsta niggas have no
Real niggas tattoo their tears
Hopping out of vans, your plans
All hoodied up, no Clan
Three days lettin' off through Aryan
Call that 3 for 10
I'm fucking up the again
Tags on the toes all amongst your
Let the barrel spin, get 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 whole
to state the facts
We care if he election black, we got a strap
Gangsta shit, me if I'm broke or rich
I got a
Ain't sober, kush odor, 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)