Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

[Big
Some of that uh, LTD Town Car
Some of that El funk, know what I'm talking about
Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
You know we keep it crunk here, A-town style
Getting head on the yeah, but this what I wanna know

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

Boi]
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so so clean
Back with Stankonia, Dungeon
Pearl Cadillac on dics and vogues, flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my
Stank, means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C
If you need back-up find Jerome,
ya girl gonna give you at home
Just tell her these hoez wanna be on the same that she's layin on

Dope boys in the like to stack the dough
beef come around can't let it go
When my turn legit i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good Old National
It's trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, natural
cheese in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got in my back
take no slack, when you managing the trap
If front work out, gotta get it right back
I by day boy, rap by night,
in this Bitch College Park trump tight

[T-Mo
I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know up
It's T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my
We gotta simple little that we got to solve
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 click, just pulled a lick
Now you really wanna know about the gangsta shit

[Slimm
Back on the scene, a of green sitting on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's the South Paw triggerman
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, the hoez
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 nigga up to get flat lined
still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain dangling, y'all know that i'm C.P

[Andre
Outkast wit a K, yeah them are hard
Harder than a nigga trying to God
We'll your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and take a walk in the
Any the sweetest melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating verbs
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
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
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside 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 Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud talking that's gangsta shit