Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Sh*T

Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln 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 around here, A-town
Getting head on the highways yeah, but this I wanna know

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

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 dics and vogues, 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
G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up your own
Ya girl gonna give you at home
Just tell her these wanna be on the same team that she's laying on

Do you really wanna know about gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon
Do you really wanna know 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
my funds turn legit I'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good Old National
trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Puttin in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't no slack, when you managing the trap
If you work out, get it right back
I by day boy, rap by night
C-Bone in bitch, College Park trump tight

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

I'm pimp tight, a fuck, niggas know what's up
It's T-Mo and Outkast in the 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, guns and masks
We not scared to and dip off fast
With the clique, just pulled a lick
Now what you wanna know about some gangsta shit

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

Back on the scene, a of green sitting on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's the South Paw triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the
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 nigga big face foldin
Pimps are known for runaways
A good hustler's known to his gun away
First nigga run up and try to mine
nigga fuck up to get flat lined
Pack still stainless and Verts brainless
don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the danling, y'all know that I'm from C.P

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

Outkast wit a K, yeah them niggas are
Harder than a trying to impress God
We'll pull your're whole deck, pulling your card
And take 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 eating 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 wealth I'll stop well put I 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 the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna
Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that
In front of them oooh wops, trying to out, that's the ho route
loud talking bout that's gangsta shit