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 around here, A-town style
Getting head on the highways yeah, but this 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
Dirty South we straight gangsta pimps

O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E, so fresh so
Back Stankonia, Dungeon 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 some back-up find your own
Ya gonna give you grief at home
Just tell her these hoes wanna be on the same team that laying on

Do you wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the clique
Do you really wanna about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight 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 cheese in ya stash, un-taxable get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my
Don't take no slack, when you the trap
If you out, gotta get it right back
I by day boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park tight

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

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

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

Back on the scene, a sack of green on chrome and rubber bands
Paint like Candyland, it's Slimm the South Paw triggerman
Flippin work and weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
Chop them hoez and you skate, back to the block wit the deflate
Grams the O's, slabes to whole da flake
A young holdin big face foldin
Pimps are for catching runaways
A good hustler's known to keep his gun
nigga run up and try to jack mine
First nigga fuck up to get lined
Pack stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain danling, y'all 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 about gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta

Outkast wit a K, them niggas are hard
Harder than a nigga to impress God
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling card
And take my guitar 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 it's for the wealth I'll stop well put I this
It's like me selling dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the
Yeah, nigga naw, we to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys your pants
Just to pull it out, it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you're on that and on that 2Pac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the ho
Talking loud bout that's gangsta shit