Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta N***a

[Lil
Holla at me nigga you know it be "The Don"
I murder easy but hard to like Steven Segal
Its paper, pussy, and pistols - love to the pimp
I'm clutching a M busting tip for fucking with him
I'm stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the
Tucking the metal play and I'll get fucked if I let em
I gotta til I resign its Squad or die
And any coward try its
We got and stuff, got federal agents watching us
Got niggaz glocks see us I love (?)
See I'm above any nigga you name
Hop up out the blue
With two flames "What you saying?"
I do's my thang daily
380 tucked the seat of the S-Class
Shots rip your fast
I'm a mother mess man
Street fo sho
A fire Hot Boy - ok? Ya

TQ]
We only like shit
Cause I a gangsta car
And street run this shit
We like gangsta broads
If you wanna see shit
push me a lil too far
Cause street niggaz not quite
You gone have to the law

Niggaz keep they stash in ash
Round I'm from
Uptown and that we sold smoked chumps
to steal a nigga any time of the day
If his ass line we ain't standing all day
Pimp, play off top believe that dog
And plus we stay strapped ducking of the law
I run with solid niggaz ride for me
Shit Craig, Running Red and my nigga Big Ki
Shit I rap about - I'm one nigga live it
Coke, dope, guns, nigga I it
I'm only 19 and I'm down for
Just because a rap dog don't get it twisted
I send quick through your Jerseys and Filas
My finger get to flicking believe I ain't missing
Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ know you niggaz know me
Cash Money Hot Boy play dog and me cock it
I'm a street

[B.G.]
If I rap about it nigga I done it out
It ain't shit I'm fantasying shit I been 'bout
I'm a ghetto fucker, keep a K with a drum
Quick to do a nigga something, I give a fuck
I run the streets, all 12 of the year
And where I'm from you can't
If you from round here
I'm thugged out to the fullest - me B.G.
you don't want to play with cause I'm H-O-T
Fire, burning, scorching,
You gone melt wishing that it was raining
the game as you want - wined up in a trunk
You better think before you do you don't
I be bustin' heads, running from feds, laws
all day don't rest til I kill 'em all
I be thuggin' hard and you that I play it raw
Send ya to the
Cause I'm a fucking street nigga

I had a profit out the other hood
I used to go by her in the wee-wee hours
Creeping, laying the
They had niggaz on the block but they I was cool
But still on G.P. I to keep me a two
Cause she know not what a think
Plus you know now if a nigga tryin' pull gank
life though
Whodie just like I thought - bitch was hatin' dog
Me I was 'bout having war, I was impatient
I stopped going by my peeps house
I stayed in my hood plotting how I'm kill him
Now my girl say the nigga watching the house
So I'ma go and show the what this drama about
What I'ma do to him its make his momma freak out
I'ma get him in or outside of his house
gone say "Lord, lil one died hard
Took it to the head five in the backyard"