Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, shit

I understand why y'all is mad at me
around like, "Damn, that could be me"
All the cars and the bitches, livin'
But there's only one problem, y'all bad as me

Who flip a record company from a half a ki?
Then a gold album, do the math with me
Turn right around and go platinum, that be
Fuck it, I lost count, why don't you tell me the

Since you like groupies, notice please
I go broke my name got two G's
J I two G A, I flip
Up on the and be on the next day

I be right there when mics blow out
I was there when your lights on and when you lights go out
I'm right there with the same ice to up your house
Just bright enough to see the gun 'fo I you out

I'm the stuff niggas write about, Jigga's a
J-Hova, end of the session, fuck me now

Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta
Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, shit

Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta
Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, shit

We from the 718
Got my chick in DMV at this very second runnin' your
Two on your door, one gun in your face
Two blocks of C-4, I put one in your

the safe in the bath tub, I got one plyer
You better hope money don't catch fire
You so soft, no mask, no rope, one and I
Let nigga run around untie, I swear to God

You know the type that talk loud, but nigga's cloud
Soft as a baby bottom, you know Jay-Z him
I heard him in a while and you know how come?
His little faggot's in the dialing 911

Snatched the phone, get a grip, dog, you to be tough
What you tellin' the cops, huh, I'm takin' your money and
In the underworld we take care of ourself
And another thing yo, we police

Either you the codes or don't sell cocaine
life will swallow you whole, so get out the game
Go to every Sunday, nigga, and pray hard
And dealer, hehe, don't quit your day job
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Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta
Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, shit

Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta
Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangstam gangsta

Nigga who else pop guns and rap
burning in hell, child
We the center of
me love for my nigga blazin', my niggas is made men

Gangsters, shit, get coke and sugar
Got hoes for every home and fuck they own
Even though the Feds got a grip in the chrome
Commuter case is disclosed, tappin' the telephones

Dialin' a 213 now
Got some ladies, slap a bitch up and her down
Feelin' me, I wanna put this hustle me
But every I look away, he's hittin' me blindly

I'm lookin' for the light, baby, and it is
But soon as the nigga smilin', darker the night
That's why we gangstas and players
Take two to the heart, Inc., world most

Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta
Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta

Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta