Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Sh*T

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

Do you really wanna know some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon
Do you really wanna know about gangsta shit
Dirty nigga we straight 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 of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C
If you need some find your own
Ya gonna give you grief at home
Just tell her these hoes wanna be on the same team she's laying on

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

Dope boys in the trap like to stack the
beef come around can't let it go
When my funds legit 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, un-taxable get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my
take no slack, when you managing the trap
If you out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by
C-Bone in this bitch, Park trump tight

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

I'm tight, give a fuck, niggas know what's up
It's T-Mo and Outkast in the of my truck
We gotta simple little problem that we got to
It like it about the money, we got to handle the job
No or rags, just guns and masks
We not scared to and dip off fast
With the Dungeon clique, just a lick
Now what you really wanna about some gangsta shit

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

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

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

Outkast wit a K, yeah niggas are hard
Harder than a nigga to impress God
pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any play the melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating 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 I'll stop well put I like this
It's like me some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, or fall
I dont stall, slow wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, toys inside your 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, that's the ho
Talking talking bout that's gangsta shit