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 like Segal
Its paper, pussy, and - pass love to the pimp
I'm clutching a M busting tip for fucking with him
I'm stuck the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar
Tucking the metal don't and I'll get fucked if I let em
I gotta ride til I resign its 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 nigga you name
Hop up out the blue
With two like "What you saying?"
I do's my thang daily
380 under the seat of the S-Class
Shots rip your fast
I'm a mother mess man
niggaz fo sho
A Hot Boy - ok? Ya know

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

Niggaz keep they stash in ash
Round I'm from
Uptown and that Nolia we sold chumps
to steal a nigga any time of the day
If his ass outta line we standing all day
Pimp, off top better believe that dog
And plus we strapped ducking short of the law
I run solid niggaz that'll ride 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 19 and I'm down for killing
Just because a nigga rap dog don't get it
I send shots quick your Jerseys and Filas
My finger get to flicking please believe I missing
Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ know you know about me
Cash Money Hot Boy dog and watch me cock it
I'm a nigga

[B.G.]
If I rap about it nigga I lived it out
It ain't shit I'm fantasying shit I been 'bout
I'm a ghetto mother fucker, keep a K a drum
to do a nigga 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 round here
I'm out to the fullest - 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 it was raining
Play the as you want - wined up in a trunk
You better think before you do because you
I be bustin' heads, running feds, duckin' laws
Ride all day don't 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 fucking street

I had a little profit out the hood
I used to go by her house in the wee-wee
Creeping, the wood
They had niggaz on the block but they knew I was
But still on G.P. I to keep me a two
she know not what a nigga think
Plus you know now that if a nigga pull gank
That's though
just like I thought - bitch was straight hatin' dog
Me I was having war, I was impatient ya'll
I stopped by my peeps house chillin'
I stayed in my hood plotting how I'm gone him
Now my say the nigga been watching 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 hard
Took it to the head five in the backyard"