Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta N***a

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

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

Niggaz keep stash in they ash
where I'm from
Uptown and that Nolia we sold chumps
Quick to steal a any time of the day
If his ass outta we ain't standing all day
Pimp, off top better believe that dog
And plus we stay strapped ducking of the law
I run with solid niggaz that'll for me
Shit 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
because a nigga rap dog don't get it twisted
I send quick through your Jerseys and Filas
My finger get to flicking please believe I missing
Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ know you niggaz know me
Money Hot Boy play dog and watch me cock it
I'm a nigga

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

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