Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta N***a

[Lil
at me nigga you know it be Weezy "The Don"
I murder 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 with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar
Tucking the metal don't play and I'll get if I let em
I ride til I resign its Squad or die
And any try its homicide
We got glocks and stuff, got agents watching us
Got niggaz glocks see us I love (?)
See I'm above any nigga you name
Hop up out the thang
With two like "What you saying?"
I my thug thang daily
380 tucked the seat of the S-Class
Shots rip your fast
I'm a mother mess man
Street fo sho
A fire Hot Boy - ok? Ya

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

Niggaz they stash in they ash
Round I'm from
Uptown and that Nolia we sold smoked
to steal a nigga any time of the day
If his ass outta we ain't standing all day
Pimp, play off top better that dog
And plus we stay ducking short of the law
I run solid niggaz that'll ride for me
head Craig, Running 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 get it twisted
I send shots quick through your Jerseys and
My get to flicking please believe I ain't missing
Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ you niggaz know about me
Cash Money Hot Boy play dog and 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 fantasying this I been 'bout
I'm a ghetto mother fucker, a K with a drum
Quick to do a nigga something, I don't a fuck
I run the streets, all 12 months of the
And where I'm from you can't
If you from round here
I'm out to the fullest - call me B.G.
Someone you don't want to with cause I'm H-O-T
Fire, burning, scorching,
You gone melt wishing that it was raining
Play the game as you want - up in a trunk
You better think you do because you don't
I be bustin' heads, running feds, duckin' laws
all day don't rest til I kill 'em all
I be hard and you know that I play it raw
ya to the morgue
Cause I'm a mother street nigga

I had a little profit out the hood
I used to go by her in the wee-wee hours
Creeping, laying the
They had niggaz on the block but knew I was cool
But still on G.P. I used to me a two
Cause she not what a nigga think
Plus you know now if a nigga tryin' pull gank
life though
Whodie just like I thought - was straight hatin' dog
Me I was 'bout having war, I was 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 this drama about
What I'ma do to him its gonna make his freak out
I'ma either get him in or of his house
People say "Lord, lil one died hard
Took it to the head five in the backyard"