Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta N***a

[Lil
Holla at me you know it be Weezy "The Don"
I easy but hard to kill like Steven Segal
Its paper, pussy, and - pass love to the pimp
I'm clutching a M busting that tip for fucking him
I'm stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the
the metal don't play and I'll get fucked 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 watching us
Got niggaz hitting glocks see us I (?)
See I'm above any that you name
Hop up out the thang
With two flames "What you saying?"
I do's my thug thang
380 tucked under the of the S-Class
Shots rip chest fast
I'm a mother fucking man
Street fo sho
A fire Hot Boy - ok? Ya

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

Niggaz keep stash in they ash
where 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 better believe dog
And we stay strapped ducking short of the law
I run with solid niggaz that'll for me
Shit head Craig, Running Red and my Big Ki
Shit I rap about - I'm one nigga that it
Coke, dope, guns, nigga I it
I'm 19 and I'm down for killing
Just a nigga rap dog don't get it twisted
I send quick through your Jerseys and Filas
My finger get to please believe I ain't missing
Lil Turk & Thuggin'+ know 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 I'm fantasying this shit I been 'bout
I'm a mother fucker, keep a K with a drum
Quick to do a nigga something, I give a fuck
I run the streets, all 12 months of the
And I'm from you can't come
If you ain't from 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 think before you do because you don't
I be heads, running from 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 mother fucking street

I had a little out the other hood
I used to go by her house in the wee-wee
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 think
Plus you now that if a nigga tryin' pull gank
That's though
Whodie just like I thought - bitch was hatin' dog
Me I was having war, I was impatient ya'll
I stopped by my peeps house chillin'
I stayed in my plotting how I'm gone kill him
Now my say the nigga been watching the house
So I'ma go and show the what this drama about
I'ma do to him its gonna make his momma freak out
I'ma get him in or outside of his house
People gone say "Lord, lil one died
it to the head five times in the backyard"