Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta N***a

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

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

Niggaz keep they in they ash
Round I'm from
Uptown and that Nolia we sold smoked
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 stay strapped short of the law
I run with solid niggaz 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, nigga I it
I'm only 19 and I'm for killing
Just because a nigga rap dog get it twisted
I send shots quick your Jerseys and Filas
My get to flicking please believe I ain't missing
Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ know you niggaz know me
Cash Money Hot Boy play dog and me cock it
I'm a street

[B.G.]
If I rap about it I done lived it out
It ain't I'm fantasying this shit I been 'bout
I'm a ghetto mother fucker, keep a K with a
to do a nigga something, I don't give a fuck
I run the streets, all 12 of the year
And where I'm you can't come
If you from round here
I'm thugged out to the - 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 game as you want - wined up in a
You better think before you do you don't
I be bustin' heads, running from feds, duckin'
Ride all day rest til I kill 'em all
I be thuggin' hard and you know that I 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, the wood
They had niggaz on the but they knew I was cool
But on G.P. I used to keep me a two
Cause she know not what a nigga
Plus you know now if a nigga tryin' pull gank
life though
Whodie just like I thought - bitch was hatin' dog
Me I was 'bout war, I was impatient ya'll
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 the whodie what this drama about
What I'ma do to him its gonna make his momma out
either get him in or outside of his house
People gone say "Lord, lil one hard
Took it to the five times in the backyard"