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! want 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, nigga I it!
When I was broke, I got me that
my nine, I hit me that lick
And then with that lick, it came with that
With that yola, it came your bitch
And see now your bitch, she gon' work on that
I care if that ho got pneumonia
me racks and you won't get a quarter
She don't run game, I'm the controller
So what's up Straight pimpin' over here
Now put that on verse, nigga
I be ass all on the curb, nigga
You could tell that she fucking 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 showed me my first strap
My nigga Rat-Tone always had the fliest gats, I finally got mine 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! want 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)

My momma said don't be that, that little nigga that sold
Gangbanger street jack, always trying to figure where the beef at
Knock, knock-knock your brain on the
Bitch nigga, what you that?
We on patrol, nigga fuck your roll, got the gat on me
Nigga look, right here
Bulldog bark, you could die right
Real niggas have no fear
niggas never tattoo their tears
Hopping out of vans, deserting your
All hoodied up, no Clan
days lettin' off through that Aryan
Call that 3 for 10
I'm up the streets again
Tags on the toes all your friends
Let the spin, get blended in
Embrace the funk, groovy as I'm running through your
Seem like you only target victim
Red dot, chicken pox type
Sad day, had his all sickened
Trying to state the
We care if he election black, we got a strap
Gangsta shit, shooting me if I'm or rich
I got a
Ain't sober, kush odor, soda's, crip stoner
Real soldier head, off with 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)