Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Sh*T

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

Do you really know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the 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, G-Double O-D-I-E, so so clean
Back Stankonia, Dungeon Family-ee
Pearl on dics and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo 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 gonna give you grief at home
Just tell her these wanna be on the same team that she's laying on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Outkast wit a K, yeah them are hard
Harder than a nigga to impress God
We'll pull your're deck, fuck pulling your card
And still my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any the sweetest melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my and I'm eating 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 wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the side don't
All y'all fuck boys, toys inside your pants
Just to it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that
In of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
Talking loud talking bout gangsta shit