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, bitches?
I got my drink in my cup, I got my Backwood, no
And bitch, I'm faded, faded, yeah, I'm famous
What? I'm famous, fucking famous, nigga I it!
I was broke, I got me that nine
With my nine, I hit me lick
And then that lick, it came with that yola
With that yola, it came your bitch
And see now your bitch, she gon' on that corner
I don't care if that ho got
Give me racks and you get a quarter
She don't run game, I'm the only
So what's up now? pimpin' over here
Now put that on verse, nigga
I be ass all on the curb, nigga
You could tell she fucking with a Figg nigga
it is, nigga? 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 Rat-Tone always had the fliest gats, I finally got mine nap
Real niggas don't die homeboy, we
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, that little nigga sold crack
Gangbanger that jack, always trying to figure where the beef at
Knock, your brain on the doormat
Bitch nigga, what you call
We on block patrol, fuck your roll, got the gat on me
Nigga look, right here
Bulldog bark, you could die right
Real gangsta niggas no fear
Real niggas never tattoo their
Hopping out of vans, your plans
All up, no Wu-Tang Clan
Three days lettin' off through Aryan
that bitch 3 for 10
I'm fucking up the streets
Tags on the all amongst your friends
Let the barrel spin, get in
the funk, groovy as I'm running through your system
Seem like you only Hindu victim
Red dot, pox type symptoms
Sad day, had his all whole
Trying to the facts
We don't care if he election black, we got a
Gangsta shit, me if I'm broke or rich
I got a
Ain't sober, kush odor, 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 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)