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 Steven
Its paper, pussy, and - pass love to the pimp
I'm clutching a M busting that tip for fucking him
I'm stuck with the hustle, smuggling for the cheddar
Tucking the metal don't play and I'll get if I let em
I gotta til I resign its Squad or die
And any coward try its
We got glocks and stuff, got federal agents us
Got niggaz glocks see us I love (?)
See I'm above any that you name
Hop up out the blue
With two flames "What you saying?"
I my thug thang daily
380 tucked under the seat of the
Shots rip your chest
I'm a fucking mess man
niggaz fo sho
A fire Hot Boy - ok? Ya

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

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

[B.G.]
If I rap it nigga I done lived it out
It ain't shit I'm this shit I been 'bout
I'm a ghetto mother fucker, keep a K a drum
Quick to do a something, I don't give a fuck
I run the streets, all 12 of the year
And where I'm you can't come
If you ain't round here
I'm thugged out to the - call me B.G.
you don't want to play with cause 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 better think before you do you don't
I be bustin' heads, running from feds, duckin'
Ride all day rest til I kill 'em all
I be thuggin' and you know that 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 house in the 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 know not what a nigga
Plus you know now that if a tryin' pull gank
That's though
Whodie just I thought - bitch was straight hatin' dog
Me I was 'bout having war, I was ya'll
I stopped going by my house chillin'
I stayed in my plotting how I'm gone kill him
Now my say the nigga been watching the house
So I'ma go and show the whodie what this about
What do to him its gonna make his momma freak 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"