Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Sh*T

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

Do you really wanna know some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the clique
Do you really wanna about some gangsta shit
South 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
Cadillac on dics and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, is my drink
Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C
If you need back-up find 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 some shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon
Do you really wanna know about gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we gangsta pimps

boys in the trap like to stack the dough
When come around can't let it go
When my funds turn I'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, bath, it's natural
Puttin cheese in ya stash, futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got in my back
take no slack, when you managing the trap
If you work out, gotta get it back
I by day boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park tight

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

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

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

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

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

Outkast wit a K, them niggas are hard
Harder than a nigga 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 play the sweetest the street ever heard
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 went out of style, made a vow to myself
If for the wealth I'll stop well put I like this
It's like me selling dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the side don't
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your
to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you're on reefer and on that 2Pac
In of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
Talking loud bout that's gangsta shit