Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta ****

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

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

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 from like that

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

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

Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as 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 smokers love me they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the
Crip niggas love me they love Hoova
They tell me see careful

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

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

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

You think you a killer but we just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm Wayne
Shooting these niggas out like Lebron James

Holla my name, gimme a 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 when you get popped and don't know who to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 talking that

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