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 love to the
I'm clutching a M busting that tip for fucking him
I'm with 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 try its homicide
We got and stuff, got federal agents watching us
Got niggaz glocks see us I love (?)
See I'm above any nigga that you
Hop up out the blue
two flames like "What you saying?"
I do's my thug thang
380 tucked under the seat of the
Shots rip your fast
I'm a mother fucking man
niggaz fo sho
A Hot Boy - ok? Ya know

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

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

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

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 but they knew I was cool
But still on G.P. I used to me a two
Cause she know not a nigga think
Plus you know now that if a nigga tryin' gank
That's though
Whodie just like I - bitch was straight hatin' dog
Me I was 'bout having war, I was impatient
I stopped going by my peeps house
I stayed in my hood plotting how I'm gone him
Now my girl say the nigga been the house
So go and show the whodie 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
People gone say "Lord, lil one hard
it to the head five times in the backyard"