Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta ****

Yeah, niggas talking all gangsta shit
like my money ain't no good in the hood
You know I mean?
head blown off nigga, you know?

They, they talking that, that gangsta
They ain't about that man, of fact
Hand me my strap, show me where at
I'll stop 'em talking like that

They, talking that, that gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, matter of
Hand me my strap, show me where at
I'll stop 'em from talking like

I'm the talk to hit every barber shop and beauty
'Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the that I'm on
'Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the

But when I come through, shh the talking
My long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, he stunts in the drop

Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on killa shit
been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerrilla shit
I'm marking my music diesel on the block
So if you with me you eat and you gon' starve if you not

Weed smokers love me like they Buddha
I'll your kids through the shooter
Crip niggas love me like love Hoova
They tell me see careful

niggas wanna see like you
They ain't to a G like you, bam

They, talking that, that gangsta shit
They ain't that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap, show me where at
I'll stop 'em talking like that

They, they talking that, that gangsta
They about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap, show me where at
I'll stop 'em from talking like

You think you a but we gonna just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like James

Holla my name, a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the
Ain't nothing like you get popped and don't know who to blame

A nigga me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 even hold me
I'm waiting, to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this

Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a
Bad as I to, some shit I just don't discuss
So him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you go, I got a nigga watching y'all

They, they talking that, that gangsta
They ain't about that man, matter of
Hand me my strap, show me they at
I'll stop 'em talking like that

They, they that, that gangsta shit
They ain't that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap, me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like

Come on,
I ain't to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your ass up in steps
Begging niggas understand though
Probably 'cause my glow when I'm anticipating the lambo

Lean out my bucket for niggas they Rambo
You get one warning so I you let your man know
rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they out in the hospital, eating applesauce

for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much if you reach in the couch
For loose change, probably feel on the handle

Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke
So I suggest you get systems in both homes
There's only one on top, we number one with a glock
Don't around and get your dumb ass shot

They, they talking that, gangsta shit
They ain't that man, matter of fact
me my strap, show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking that

They, talking that, that gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, of fact
me my strap, show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like