Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Rap

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

{*music

Blood]
Six straight, six fo', L co's, it
Cause that's the Smith & West, don't touch it
The people of the side for the
I like to for top, or make '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 feel the
Let us do what we do, it's fuckin it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger to the bone
All alone ya neighborhood at high exhaust
stylin and profilin, niggaz comin after me
(fuck y'all) In actuality they the technicality
(whattup dawg?) Let 'em the battle, it was a tragedy
(hell yeah) On a nigga die for the salary (boo-ya!)
We the and we walk like we talk and we stalk
and we do we do after dark (yeah!)

[Chorus:
This is for the ballers - rap
What all the love - gangsta rap
the hoppin six-fo's do - gangsta rap
You do what you want to - gangsta rap
Yeah, this is for the - gangsta rap
What all the hoes - gangsta rap
the hoppin six-fo's do - gangsta rap
You do what 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
a platinum chain strapped with thang
It's the U gang, it big
You like it, you and yo' kid get you and the whip, shit
Nigga, I spray clips, shots quicker than space ships
shapeshift yo' facial "Matrix" like a facelift
So face it, y'all ain't to see
Ain't a nigga dead or who fuckin wit me
Keep the Death Row out
My left connect so hard your head blow
Now let's blow brains out (uh-huh), just thought I had to ya
Don't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya owner,

Innie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the
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, Daz?
{*screech*} We the realist, kickin back, and real chillin
Don't floss, ooh you get tossed, we dumb
It nuttin to applaud (uh-huh)
Never dick nigga, to the West then took it straight
"This kid's a gramma!" Fuck a hoe cous'
Took it, what it is, it was
Blood, nigga what it is, is was
My niggaz, nigga what it is
Fuck the rap if you can't pay mayne
Obsessed with the West (West coast!), 'em shells
And we started off the motherfuckin sales
Biatch!

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

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