Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Sh*T

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

Do you really wanna know about some gangsta
Outkast, Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta
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
Back Stankonia, Dungeon Family-ee
Pearl Cadillac on dics and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and
It's the of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C
If you some back-up find your own
Ya girl gonna give you at home
tell her these hoes wanna be on the same team that she's laying on

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

Dope boys in the trap to stack the dough
beef come around can't let it go
When my turn legit I'm gonna let you know
rims real good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's
Puttin cheese in ya stash, un-taxable get mad
Steady watching myself, got in my back
Don't no slack, when you managing the trap
If you work out, get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by
C-Bone in this bitch, 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 nigga 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 about the money, we got to handle the job
No colors or rags, just guns and
We not to blast and dip off fast
the Dungeon clique, just pulled a lick
Now what you really wanna know some gangsta shit

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

Back on the scene, a sack of green sitting on chrome and bands
looking like Candyland, it's Slimm the South Paw triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, and get the papes
Chop them hoez and then you skate, back to the wit the deflate
Grams the O's, to whole one's da flake
A young nigga holdin big face
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 Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at
Of the chain danling, y'all know I'm from C.P

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

wit a K, yeah them niggas are hard
Harder than a trying to impress God
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your
And take my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any the sweetest melody the street ever 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 went 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, or fall
I stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the side fall
All y'all fuck boys, tuck inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga dance
Now what that be for, on that reefer and on that 2Pac
In of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
Talking loud talking bout that's shit