Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta N***a

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

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

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

[B.G.]
If I rap about it I done lived it out
It shit I'm fantasying this 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 months of the
And where I'm from you come
If you ain't from round
I'm out to the fullest - call me B.G.
Someone you don't want to play with I'm H-O-T
Fire, burning, scorching,
You gone melt nigga wishing that it was
Play the as you want - wined up in a trunk
You think before you do because you don't
I be bustin' heads, running feds, duckin' laws
Ride all day don't til I kill 'em all
I be thuggin' hard and you know I play it raw
ya to the morgue
Cause I'm a mother fucking nigga

I had a little profit out the hood
I used to go by her in the wee-wee hours
Creeping, the wood
had niggaz on the block but they knew I was cool
But still on G.P. I used to me a two
Cause she not what a nigga think
Plus you know now that if a nigga tryin' pull
That's life
Whodie like I thought - bitch was straight hatin' dog
Me I was having war, I was impatient ya'll
I going by my peeps house chillin'
I stayed in my hood how I'm gone kill him
Now my girl say the nigga been the house
So go and show the whodie what this drama about
What do to him its gonna make his momma freak out
I'ma either get him in or outside of his
gone say "Lord, lil one died hard
Took it to the head five in the backyard"