Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Sh*T

Some of that uh, LTD Town Car
Some of that El funk, know what I'm talking about
Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out,
You know we keep it around here, A-town style
head 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
South nigga we straight gangsta pimps

O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
Back with Stankonia, 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
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 grief at
Just tell her these 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 gangsta shit
South nigga we straight gangsta pimps

Dope boys in the like to stack the dough
When beef come around let it go
When my funds legit I'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's
Puttin in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady myself, got eyes in my back
take 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 this bitch, College Park trump

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

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

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

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

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

wit a K, yeah them niggas are hard
Harder than a nigga trying to God
We'll pull whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my and take a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody the street ever
Now bitches on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs
Get full, and niggas,
Pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat,
As if pitbulls out of style, made a vow to myself
If it's for the I'll stop well put I like this
It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the
Yeah, naw, we lean to the side 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 that be for, you're on that reefer and on that
In front of oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
Talking talking bout that's gangsta shit