Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta N***a

[Lil
Holla at me nigga you it be Weezy "The Don"
I murder easy but hard to like Steven Segal
Its paper, pussy, and pistols - pass love to the
I'm clutching a M busting that tip for fucking him
I'm stuck the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar
the metal don't play and I'll get fucked if I let em
I gotta ride til I resign its or die
And any coward try its
We got glocks and stuff, got federal agents us
Got hitting glocks see us I love (?)
See I'm any nigga that you name
Hop up out the blue
With two like "What you saying?"
I do's my thug daily
380 tucked the seat of the S-Class
Shots rip your chest
I'm a fucking mess man
Street fo sho
A Hot Boy - ok? Ya know

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

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

[B.G.]
If I rap about it I done lived it out
It ain't shit I'm fantasying this shit I been
I'm a mother fucker, keep a K with a drum
Quick to do a nigga something, I don't a fuck
I run the streets, all 12 of the year
And I'm from you can't come
If you ain't from round
I'm thugged out to the fullest - me B.G.
Someone you don't want to with cause I'm H-O-T
Fire, burning, scorching,
You gone melt nigga that it was raining
Play the as you want - wined up in a trunk
You better before you do because you don't
I be bustin' heads, from feds, duckin' laws
Ride all day don't til I kill 'em all
I be hard and you know that I play it raw
Send ya to the
Cause I'm a fucking street nigga

I had a profit out the other hood
I used to go by her house in the hours
Creeping, laying the
They had niggaz on the but they knew I was cool
But on G.P. I used to keep me a two
Cause she not what a nigga think
you know now that if a nigga tryin' pull gank
That's life
Whodie just like I - bitch was straight hatin' dog
Me I was 'bout having war, I was impatient
I stopped going by my 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 what this drama 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 times in the backyard"