Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta N***a

[Lil
Holla at me you know it be Weezy "The Don"
I easy but hard to kill like Steven Segal
Its paper, pussy, and - pass love to the pimp
I'm clutching a M busting that tip for with 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 ride til I resign its or die
And any try its homicide
We got glocks and stuff, got agents watching us
Got hitting glocks see us I love (?)
See I'm above any nigga that you
Hop up out the blue
two flames like "What you saying?"
I do's my thang daily
380 tucked under the seat of the
Shots rip your chest
I'm a fucking mess man
niggaz fo sho
A Hot Boy - ok? Ya know

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

Niggaz keep stash in they ash
where I'm from
Uptown and Nolia we sold smoked chumps
to steal a nigga any time of the day
If his ass line we ain't standing all day
Pimp, play off top believe that dog
And plus we stay ducking short of the law
I run with solid niggaz that'll for me
Shit head Craig, Red and my nigga 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
because a nigga rap dog don't get it twisted
I send shots quick your Jerseys and Filas
My finger get to flicking believe I ain't missing
Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ know you niggaz about me
Money 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 ain't shit I'm fantasying shit I been 'bout
I'm a ghetto mother fucker, keep a K with a
Quick to do a nigga something, I don't 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 thugged out to the - call 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 - 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 don't rest til I 'em all
I be hard and you know that I play it raw
ya to the morgue
Cause I'm a mother fucking street

I had a little out the other 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 know not what a think
Plus you know now that if a nigga pull gank
That's though
Whodie just like I thought - bitch was hatin' dog
Me I was having war, I was impatient ya'll
I stopped going by my house chillin'
I stayed in my hood how I'm gone kill him
Now my girl say the nigga been the house
So I'ma go and show the whodie what drama about
What I'ma do to him its make his momma freak out
I'ma either get him in or of his house
People say "Lord, lil one died hard
it to the head five times in the backyard"