Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Sh*T

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back on the scene, a sack of green sitting on and rubber bands
Paint looking Candyland, it's Slimm the South Paw triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, 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 nigga 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 fuck up to get flat lined
Pack still stainless Coupe and brainless
Y'all don't fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain danling, know that I'm from C.P

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

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