Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Sh*T

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

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

O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E, so fresh so
with 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 need some 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 about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the clique
Do you really wanna know about some shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta

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

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

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

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

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

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

wit a K, yeah them niggas are hard
Harder than a trying to impress God
We'll pull whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my 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 their
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 for the wealth I'll stop well put I like this
It's me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the don't fall
All y'all boys, tuck toys inside your pants
to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what be for, you're 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 gangsta