Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Rap

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

{*music

Blood]
Six straight, six fo', L co's, it
Cause the Smith & West, nigga don't touch it
The of the side for the urban
I like to work for top, or make 'em it

Dillinger]
Whattup?! I see my all in the cut
Layed back, actin a nut, waitin 'to
No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the
Let us do what we gotta do, 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 the technicality
(whattup dawg?) Let 'em the battle, it was a tragedy
(hell yeah) On site a nigga die for the (boo-ya!)
We the gang and we walk like we and we stalk
and we do we do after dark (yeah!)

Kurupt]
This is for the - gangsta rap
What all the love - gangsta rap
What the hoppin six-fo's do - rap
You do what you want to - gangsta rap
Yeah, this is for the - gangsta rap
all the hoes love - gangsta rap
What the hoppin six-fo's do - rap
You could do what you want to - rap

I]
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, come wit two proper whores
Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks the Law
Crooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the
wearin a platinum chain strapped thang
the U gang, doin it big
You don't it, you and yo' kid get you and the whip, shit
Nigga, I clips, shots flop quicker than space ships
Then shapeshift yo' "Matrix" like a facelift
So face it, y'all nuttin to see
Ain't a nigga or alive who fuckin wit me
Keep the Death Row out
My left connect so hard your head blow
Now let's blow out (uh-huh), just thought I had to warn ya
Don't come to Long Beach, Cali, off on ya owner, nigga

Innie, minnie, mini, mo, the do' or the flo'
Hoe you gotta go if you takin off ya clothes
All I really wanna do is stick a up in you
So fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup
{*screech*} We the realist, kickin back, and feelin 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 kid's a psycho gramma!" Fuck a hoe
it, what it is, what it was
Blood, nigga it is, what is was
My niggaz, California nigga it is
Fuck the rap if you can't pay mayne
Obsessed the West (West coast!), rack 'em shells
And we started off the multi-platinum sales
Biatch!

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

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