Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Rap

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

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[Kill
Six straight, six fo', L co's, it
Cause that's the Smith & West, nigga don't it
The people of the for the urban
I like to work for top, or 'em work it

Dillinger]
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 do, it's fuckin it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger to the bone
All alone roamin ya neighborhood at exhaust
High stylin and profilin, niggaz after me
(fuck y'all) In actuality they face the
(whattup dawg?) Let 'em feel the battle, it was a
(hell yeah) On a nigga die for the salary (boo-ya!)
We the gang and we walk like we and we stalk
and we do what we do after (yeah!)

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

I]
Nigga, I buy new for war
A few shots, a broad, that make you
Then pop two cops or more
I'm too hot, come through wit two proper
Playin Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks the Law
Crooked I's the name, man that boy hopped off the train
wearin a platinum chain strapped with
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 flop quicker than ships
Then shapeshift yo' "Matrix" like a facelift
So face it, y'all ain't to see
a nigga dead or alive who fuckin wit me
Keep the Row chains out
My left blow connect so hard your head
Now let's blow brains out (uh-huh), just thought I had to ya
come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya owner, nigga

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

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

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