Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Sh*T

Some of that uh, LTD 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
Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what I know

Do you really wanna know some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon
Do you really wanna 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 with Stankonia, Dungeon
Pearl on dics and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, is my drink
Stank, means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and is C B-O-N-E
If you need some find your own
Ya girl gonna you grief at home
Just tell her these hoes wanna be on the team that she's laying on

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

Dope boys in the trap like to the dough
When beef around can't let it go
When my funds turn legit I'm gonna let you
Ridin rims good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, bath, it's natural
Puttin cheese in ya stash, futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my
Don't take no slack, you managing the trap
If you out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by
in this bitch, College Park trump tight

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

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

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

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

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

Outkast wit a K, yeah niggas are hard
Harder than a trying to impress God
We'll pull your're deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and take a walk in the
Any play the sweetest melody the street ever
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 I'll stop well 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 wit your 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 pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna
Now what be for, you're on that reefer and on that 2Pac
In front of oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
Talking talking bout that's gangsta shit