Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta ****

Yeah, niggas talking all that shit
Acting my money ain't no good in the hood
You what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you

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

They, they that, that gangsta shit
They about that man, matter of fact
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 salon
'Cause other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack

But when I come through, shh the stop
My money long now, I can make the 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 the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerrilla shit
I'm marking my music diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' if you not

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

'Cause wanna see like you
ain't used to a G like you, bam

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

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

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

Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you
After you feel hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there's no bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing 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 them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga
like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja

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

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

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

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

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

Usually for yapping off and apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might
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 bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both
only one team 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 about that man, of fact
Hand me my strap, show me where at
I'll stop 'em from talking like

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