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, cool out,
You we keep it crunk around here, A-town style
Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what I know

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

O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E, so fresh so
Back with Stankonia, Family-ee
Pearl Cadillac on and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest on the street
G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up find own
Ya gonna give you grief at home
Just her these hoes wanna be on the same team that she's laying on

Do you really wanna know about some gangsta
Outkast, Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta
Dirty South nigga we 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 gonna let you
Ridin rims real good down Old
trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Puttin in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the
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 about gangsta shit
Outkast, Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really wanna know about gangsta shit
South nigga we straight gangsta pimps

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

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

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

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

Outkast wit a K, yeah them niggas are
Harder than a nigga trying to God
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling card
And take my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody the street heard
Now sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs
Get full, and niggas,
Pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat,
As if went out of style, made a vow to myself
If it's for the wealth I'll well put I like this
It's like me selling some dope because my wants to shop
reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, naw, we lean to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the and make a nigga wanna dance
Now that be for, you're on that reefer and on that 2Pac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, the ho route
Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta