Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Sh*T

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

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

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

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

Dope boys in the trap to stack the dough
When beef around can't let it go
When my funds legit I'm gonna let you know
rims real good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, natural
Puttin cheese in ya stash, futhermuckers 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 back
I by day boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump

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

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

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

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

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

Outkast wit a K, yeah them are hard
Harder a nigga trying to impress God
We'll pull whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody the street 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 went out of style, made a vow to
If it's for the wealth I'll stop put I like this
It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the
Yeah, nigga naw, we to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga dance
Now what that be for, you're on that and on that 2Pac
In front of them oooh wops, to show out, that's the ho route
Talking loud talking bout that's shit