Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta ****

Yeah, niggas all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money no good in the hood
You know I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you

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

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

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

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

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

Weed smokers me like they love Buddha
send your kids through the shooter
Crip niggas love me like love Hoova
They tell me see good

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

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

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

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

Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, we eating
Full of anger until no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't like when you get popped and don't know who to blame

A told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a under
Smoking like we some fucking with this ganja

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

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

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

on, nigga
I here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging don't understand though
Probably 'cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the

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

Usually for yapping off and apologetic
a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo if you reach in the
For change, you'll probably feel on the handle

Holding sixteens to get your bandages and bones
So I you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one a glock
Don't fuck around and get your ass shot

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

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