Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta N***a

[Lil
at me nigga you know it be Weezy "The Don"
I murder easy but hard to kill Steven Segal
Its paper, pussy, and pistols - pass love to the
I'm clutching a M busting that tip for fucking him
I'm stuck the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar
the metal don't 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 any nigga that you name
Hop up out the blue
two flames like "What you saying?"
I do's my thug thang
380 tucked under the of the S-Class
Shots rip chest fast
I'm a fucking mess man
Street 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 shit
push me a lil too far
Cause street niggaz might not
You gone to call the law

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

[B.G.]
If I rap about it nigga I lived it out
It shit I'm fantasying this shit I been 'bout
I'm a mother 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 you can't come
If you ain't from round
I'm thugged out to the fullest - me B.G.
Someone you don't want to with cause I'm H-O-T
Fire, burning, scorching,
You gone melt nigga wishing 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 from feds, laws
all day don't rest til I kill 'em all
I be thuggin' hard and you that I play it raw
ya to the morgue
Cause I'm a mother fucking nigga

I had a little profit out the other
I to go by her house in the wee-wee hours
Creeping, the wood
They had niggaz on the block but they I was cool
But still on G.P. I used to me a two
she know not what a nigga think
Plus you know now that if a nigga tryin' pull
That's though
Whodie like I thought - bitch was straight hatin' dog
Me I was 'bout 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 watching the house
So I'ma go and show the what this drama about
I'ma do to him its gonna make his momma freak out
I'ma get him in or outside of his house
People gone say "Lord, lil one died
Took it to the head times in the backyard"