Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Rap

I]
Yo, it's 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 suckers that's the
A metaphor for over ya head, dumb
Speak to ya double O.G., that's where good game from
Pound it

{*music

Blood]
Six straight, six fo', L co's, it
Cause that's the & 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 the dust
Let us do what we do, it's fuckin it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger to the bone
All roamin ya neighborhood at high exhaust
stylin and profilin, niggaz comin after me
(fuck y'all) In they face 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 like we and we stalk
and we do we do after dark (yeah!)

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

I]
Nigga, I buy new for war
A few shots, a broad, make you drop
Then pop two cops or more
I'm too hot, come wit two proper whores
Playin Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks the Law
Crooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the
wearin a platinum chain with thang
It's the U gang, 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' facial "Matrix" like a
So face it, ain't nuttin to see
Ain't a nigga dead or who fuckin wit me
Keep the Death Row out
My left blow connect so hard your blow
Now let's blow brains out (uh-huh), just thought I had to ya
Don't come to 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 off ya clothes
All I really do is stick a dick up in you
So fast, in a flash, I gotta slash, whattup Daz?
{*screech*} We the realist, kickin back, and feelin chillin
Don't floss, ooh you get tossed, we nigga
It ain't to applaud (uh-huh)
Never slippin nigga, to the West then took 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, nigga what it is
Fuck the rap game if you can't pay
Obsessed the West (West coast!), rack '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 4 radio
Kurupt - kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, I, yeah
.. Biatch! Uhh!