Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta N***a

[Lil
Holla at me nigga you know it be "The Don"
I murder but hard to kill like Steven Segal
Its paper, pussy, and pistols - pass love to the
I'm clutching a M busting tip for fucking with him
I'm stuck the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar
Tucking the metal play 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 and stuff, got federal agents watching us
Got niggaz glocks see us I love (?)
See I'm above any nigga 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
rip your chest fast
I'm a mother fucking man
niggaz fo sho
A Hot Boy - ok? Ya know

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

Niggaz keep they stash in ash
where I'm from
Uptown and that Nolia we smoked chumps
Quick to a nigga any time of the day
If his ass outta we ain't standing all day
Pimp, play off top believe that dog
And plus we strapped ducking short of the law
I run with niggaz that'll ride for me
Shit head Craig, Red and my nigga Big Ki
Shit I rap about - I'm one nigga live 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 through your Jerseys and Filas
My finger get to flicking please believe I ain't
Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ you niggaz know about me
Cash Hot Boy play dog and watch me cock it
I'm a street

[B.G.]
If I rap about it nigga I done it out
It shit I'm fantasying this shit I been 'bout
I'm a ghetto mother fucker, keep a K with a
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 round here
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 nigga wishing that it was raining
Play the game as you want - wined up in a
You better think before you do you don't
I be heads, running from feds, duckin' laws
Ride all day don't rest til I 'em all
I be thuggin' hard and you know 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
They had niggaz on the block but they knew I was
But still on G.P. I used to me a two
Cause she not what a nigga think
Plus you know now that if a nigga pull gank
That's life
Whodie just I thought - bitch was straight hatin' dog
Me I was 'bout having war, I was ya'll
I stopped going by my peeps house
I stayed in my hood plotting how I'm kill him
Now my girl say the nigga watching the house
So I'ma go and show the whodie this drama about
What I'ma do to him its gonna his momma freak out
either get him in or outside of his house
People gone say "Lord, lil one died
Took it to the head times in the backyard"