Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

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

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

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

Dope boys in the like to stack the dough
beef come around can't let it go
When my funds turn legit i'm let you know
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 your 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, know what's up
It's and Outkast in the back 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 colors or rags, just guns and
We not to blast and dip off fast
With the Dungeon click, just a lick
Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta

[Slimm
Back on the scene, a stack of green on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw
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, the hoez
A young nigga holdin big face
Pimps are for catching runaways
A good hustler's known to keep his gun
First nigga run up and try to mine,
first nigga fuck up to get lined
Pack stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the be at bangin
Of the chain dangling, y'all know i'm from C.P

[Andre
Outkast wit a K, yeah them niggaz are
Harder than a nigga to impress God
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling card
And still take my guitar and 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 niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, to the, to the beat, 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
like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the side don't
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna
Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe
Talking loud talking that's gangsta shit