Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Sh*T

Some of uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking
Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, out, yeah
You know we keep it crunk here, A-town style
Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what I know

Do you wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really know about some gangsta shit
South nigga we straight gangsta pimps

O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E, so so clean
Back with Stankonia, Dungeon
Cadillac on dics and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C
If you some back-up find your own
Ya girl gonna give you grief at
Just tell her these hoes be on the same team that she's laying on

Do you really wanna about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta
Dirty South nigga we gangsta pimps

boys in the trap like to stack the dough
When beef come around let it go
When my funds turn I'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good down Old
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, natural
Puttin cheese in ya stash, un-taxable get mad
Steady myself, got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the
If you work out, gotta get it back
I trap by day boy, rap by
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park tight

Do you really wanna know about some shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta

I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggas what's up
It's and Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple little problem that we got to
It like it ain't about the money, we got to the job
No or rags, just guns and masks
We not scared to blast and dip off
With the Dungeon clique, pulled a lick
Now what you really know about some gangsta shit

Do you really wanna about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the clique
Do you really know about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we gangsta pimps

on the scene, a sack of green sitting on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's Slimm the Paw triggerman
Flippin work and weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
them hoez and then you skate, back to the block wit the deflate
Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da
A young holdin big face foldin
Pimps are known for catching
A good known to keep his gun away
First run up and try to jack mine
First nigga up to get flat lined
Pack still stainless Coupe and brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at
Of the chain danling, y'all know I'm from C.P

Do you wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the clique
Do you really wanna about some gangsta shit
Dirty nigga we straight gangsta pimps

Outkast wit a K, yeah niggas are hard
Harder than a nigga trying to God
We'll pull whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and take a walk in the
Any play the sweetest melody the ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm their verbs
Get full, and niggas,
Pop, pop, lock, to the, to the beat, beat
As if pitbulls out of style, made a vow to myself
If it's for the I'll stop well put I like this
It's like me selling some dope my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or
I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the side don't
All y'all fuck boys, toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a wanna dance
Now what that be for, on that reefer and on that 2Pac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the ho
loud talking bout that's gangsta shit