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 pistols - love to the pimp
I'm clutching a M busting tip for fucking with him
I'm stuck the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar
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 agents watching us
Got niggaz hitting glocks see us I (?)
See I'm above any that you name
Hop up out the thang
two flames like "What you saying?"
I do's my thug thang
380 tucked under the seat of the
rip your chest fast
I'm a fucking mess man
Street fo sho
A Hot Boy - ok? Ya know

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

Niggaz keep stash in they ash
where I'm from
Uptown and that we sold smoked chumps
Quick to steal a nigga any of the day
If his ass outta line we ain't all day
Pimp, play off top believe that dog
And plus we stay strapped short of the law
I run solid niggaz that'll ride for me
Shit head Craig, Running Red and my Big Ki
Shit I rap about - I'm one nigga live it
Coke, dope, guns, nigga I it
I'm only 19 and I'm down for
because a nigga rap dog don't get it twisted
I shots quick through your Jerseys and Filas
My finger get to flicking believe I ain't missing
Lil Turk +Young & know you niggaz know about me
Money 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 ghetto mother fucker, a K with a drum
Quick to do a nigga something, I don't give a
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 fullest - me B.G.
you don't want to play with cause I'm H-O-T
Fire, burning, scorching,
You gone melt wishing that it was raining
Play the game as you want - up in a trunk
You think before you do because you don't
I be bustin' heads, running feds, duckin' laws
Ride all day don't til I kill 'em all
I be thuggin' and you know that I play it raw
ya to the morgue
Cause I'm a mother fucking 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 still on G.P. I to keep me a two
Cause she know not what a think
Plus you know now that if a nigga tryin' gank
That's life
Whodie just I thought - bitch was straight hatin' dog
Me I was 'bout war, I was impatient ya'll
I stopped by my peeps house chillin'
I stayed in my hood plotting how I'm gone him
Now my girl say the been watching the house
So I'ma go and show the 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
gone say "Lord, lil one died hard
Took it to the five times in the backyard"