Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta N***a

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

TQ]
We only like 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 have to call the law

Niggaz keep stash in they ash
Round I'm from
Uptown and that Nolia we sold smoked
Quick to steal a nigga any of the day
If his ass outta we ain't standing all day
Pimp, play off top believe that dog
And we stay strapped ducking short of the law
I run with solid niggaz that'll for me
Shit head Craig, Red and my nigga Big Ki
Shit I rap about - I'm one that live 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 get to flicking please believe I ain't missing
Lil Turk & Thuggin'+ know you niggaz know about me
Money Hot Boy play dog and watch me cock it
I'm a street

[B.G.]
If I rap it nigga I done lived it out
It shit I'm fantasying this shit I been 'bout
I'm a ghetto mother fucker, keep a K a drum
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 come
If you from round here
I'm thugged out to the - call me B.G.
Someone you don't want to play 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 feds, duckin' laws
Ride all day don't til I kill 'em all
I be thuggin' hard and you know I play it raw
Send ya to the
Cause I'm a fucking street nigga

I had a profit out the other hood
I to go by her house in the wee-wee hours
Creeping, the wood
They had on the block but they knew I was cool
But still on G.P. I 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 thought - bitch was straight dog
Me I was having war, I was impatient ya'll
I stopped going by my peeps house
I stayed in my hood plotting how I'm kill him
Now my girl say the nigga been the house
So go and show the whodie 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
gone say "Lord, lil one died hard
Took it to the head times in the backyard"