Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

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

I understand why niggaz is mad at me
Sittin' like, "Damn, that could be me"
All the cars and the bitches, livin'
But only one problem, y'all ain't bad as me

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

Since you gossip groupies, notice please
I never go 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 your blow out
I was there when your lights on and when you lights go out
I'm right there with the ice to light up your house
bright enough to see the gun 'fo I wipe you out

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

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

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

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

the safe in the bath tub, I got one plyer
You hope this 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 loud, but nigga's white cloud
Soft as a baby bottom, you know Jay-Z him
I haven't heard him in a and you know how come?
His faggot's in the corner dialing 911

the phone, get a grip, dog, you 'posed to be tough
What you tellin' the cops, huh, I'm takin' your and drugs?
In the underworld we take of beef ourself
And thing yo, we police ourself

Either you follow the codes or don't sell
This life will you whole, so get out the game
Go to every Sunday, nigga, and pray hard
And drug dealer, hehe, quit your day job
[Incomprehensible]

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

who else pop guns and rap jewels
Meanwhile in hell, child
We the of attention
Show me love for my nigga blazin', my is made men

Gangsters, shit, get and sugar boughs
Got hoes for every and never fuck they own
Even though the Feds got a grip in the chrome
Commuter case is disclosed, they the telephones

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

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

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

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