Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Rap

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Yo, that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go
I'm a long lost tribe called "Fuck a Hoe"
Come in a new Chevy, droppin game like it's too heavy
Well for you that's the ceiling
A metaphor for over ya head, dumb
Speak to ya double O.G., where good game come from
Dogg it

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[Kill
Six straight, six fo', L co's, it
Cause that's the Smith & West, nigga touch it
The of the side for the urban
I like to for top, or make 'em work it

[Daz
Whattup?! I see my all in the cut
Layed back, actin a nut, 'to erupt
No remorse, as we bust, let you the dust
Let us do what we gotta do, it's it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger to the bone
All alone roamin ya neighborhood at exhaust
High stylin and profilin, comin after me
(fuck y'all) In actuality they the technicality
(whattup dawg?) Let 'em the battle, it was a tragedy
(hell yeah) On site a die for the salary (boo-ya!)
We the gang and we walk we talk and we stalk
and we do what we do dark (yeah!)

[Chorus:
This is for the ballers - rap
What all the hoes - gangsta rap
What the six-fo's do - gangsta rap
You could do what you want to - rap
Yeah, is for the ballers - gangsta rap
What all the love - gangsta rap
What the six-fo's do - gangsta rap
You do what you want to - gangsta rap

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Nigga, I buy new for war
A few shots, a broad, that you drop
Then I'ma pop two cops or
I'm too hot, through wit two proper whores
Playin Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue the Law
Crooked I's the name, man that boy hopped off the train
wearin a platinum chain with thang
the U gang, doin it big
You don't it, you and yo' kid get you and the whip, shit
Nigga, I spray clips, shots quicker than space ships
Then shapeshift yo' "Matrix" like a facelift
So face it, ain't nuttin to see
Ain't a nigga dead or alive who wit me
Keep the Row chains out
My blow connect so hard your head blow
Now blow brains out (uh-huh), just thought I had to warn ya
Don't come to Beach, Cali, take off on ya owner, nigga

Innie, minnie, mini, mo, the do' or the flo'
Hoe you go if you ain't takin off ya clothes
All I wanna do is stick a dick up in you
So fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, Daz?
{*screech*} We the realist, back, and feelin real chillin
Don't floss, ooh you get tossed, we nigga
It nuttin to applaud (uh-huh)
Never slippin dick nigga, to the then took it straight
"This kid's a psycho gramma!" Fuck a hoe
Took it, what it is, it was
Blood, what it is, what is was
My niggaz, nigga what it is
Fuck the rap game if you can't pay
Obsessed with the (West coast!), rack 'em shells
And we started off the motherfuckin sales
Biatch!

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Gangsta rap.. rap
Gangsta rap, rap, gangsta rap

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Yeah, 2 4 radio
Kurupt - kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I,
.. Biatch! Uhh!