Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, shit
Who got the gangsta, shit?
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, lavishly
But there's one problem, y'all ain't bad as me

Who could flip a record company from a a ki?
Then drop a gold album, do the with me
Turn right around and go platinum, that be
Fuck it, I lost count, why you tell me the amount?

Since you gossip like groupies, 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 when your mics blow out
I was there when your lights on and when you lights go out
I'm there with the same ice to light up your house
Just bright enough to see the gun 'fo I you out

I'm the stuff niggas write about, a legend
J-Hova, end of the session, with me now

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

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

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 this run around untie, I swear to God

You know the type that talk loud, but nigga's cloud
as a baby bottom, you know Jay-Z spot him
I haven't heard him in a and you know how come?
His little faggot's in the corner 911

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

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

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

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

Gangsters, shit, get coke and boughs
Got hoes for every home and never they own
Even though the Feds got a grip in the chrome
case is disclosed, they tappin' the telephones

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

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

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

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