Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta N***a

[Lil
Holla at me you know it be Weezy "The Don"
I murder easy but to kill like Steven Segal
Its paper, pussy, and pistols - pass to the pimp
I'm clutching a M that tip for fucking with him
I'm stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the
Tucking the metal don't and I'll get fucked if I let em
I gotta ride til I its Squad or die
And any try its homicide
We got glocks and stuff, got federal watching us
Got niggaz glocks see us I love (?)
See I'm above any that you name
Hop up out the blue
two flames like "What you saying?"
I do's my thang daily
380 tucked under the of the S-Class
Shots rip your fast
I'm a mother mess man
niggaz fo sho
A fire Hot Boy - ok? Ya

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

Niggaz keep they stash in ash
Round where I'm
Uptown and Nolia we sold smoked chumps
to steal a nigga any time of the day
If his ass outta we ain't standing all day
Pimp, play off top better that dog
And plus we stay strapped short of the law
I run with solid 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 for killing
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 missing
Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ know you niggaz about me
Money 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 ain't shit I'm 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 of the year
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 want to play with cause I'm H-O-T
Fire, burning, scorching,
You gone melt wishing that it was raining
Play the game as you want - up in a trunk
You better before you do because you don't
I be bustin' heads, running feds, duckin' laws
Ride all day don't rest til I '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 little out the other 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 on G.P. I used to keep me a two
Cause she know not a nigga think
Plus you know now if a nigga tryin' pull gank
That's though
Whodie just like I thought - bitch was hatin' dog
Me I was 'bout war, I was impatient ya'll
I stopped going by my peeps chillin'
I stayed in my hood plotting how I'm gone him
Now my girl say the been watching the house
So go and show the whodie what this drama about
What I'ma do to him its gonna make his momma out
I'ma either get him in or of his house
gone say "Lord, lil one died hard
Took it to the head five in the backyard"