Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta N***a

[Lil
Holla at me nigga you know it be "The Don"
I murder easy but hard to like Steven Segal
Its paper, pussy, and pistols - pass to the pimp
I'm clutching a M busting that tip for 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 ride til I resign its Squad or die
And any coward try its
We got and stuff, got federal agents watching us
Got niggaz glocks see us I love (?)
See I'm any nigga that you name
Hop up out the thang
two flames like "What you saying?"
I my thug thang daily
380 tucked under the of the S-Class
Shots rip chest fast
I'm a mother mess man
niggaz fo sho
A Hot Boy - ok? Ya know

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

Niggaz keep stash in they ash
Round I'm from
Uptown and that Nolia we sold smoked
Quick to steal a any time of the day
If his ass outta line we standing all day
Pimp, play off top better that dog
And plus we stay strapped ducking of the law
I run solid niggaz 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, nigga I it
I'm only 19 and I'm for killing
Just because a nigga rap dog don't get it
I send shots quick your Jerseys and Filas
My get to flicking please believe I ain't missing
Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ you niggaz know about me
Cash Hot Boy play dog and watch me cock it
I'm a nigga

[B.G.]
If I rap about it nigga I done it out
It ain't shit I'm fantasying 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 from you can't
If you ain't round here
I'm thugged out to the fullest - me B.G.
Someone you want to play 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 think before you do because you don't
I be bustin' heads, running feds, duckin' laws
Ride all day rest til I kill 'em all
I be thuggin' hard and you know that I it raw
Send ya to the
Cause I'm a mother fucking street

I had a profit out the other hood
I used to go by her in the wee-wee hours
Creeping, laying the
They had niggaz on the block but they I was cool
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 tryin' pull
life though
Whodie just like I thought - bitch was hatin' dog
Me I was 'bout having war, I was ya'll
I stopped going by my peeps house
I in my hood plotting how I'm gone kill him
Now my girl say the been watching the house
So I'ma go and show the what this drama about
What I'ma do to him its gonna make his momma out
I'ma either get him in or outside of his
People gone say "Lord, lil one hard
Took it to the five times in the backyard"