Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

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

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

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

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

I be right there when mics blow out
I was there your lights when on and when you lights go out
I'm right 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 about, Jigga's a legend
J-Hova, end of the session, fuck me now

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, gangsta
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 knocks on your door, one gun in your
Two blocks of C-4, I put one in your

the safe in the bath tub, I got one plyer
You better 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 talk loud, but nigga's white
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 corner 911

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

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

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

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

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

Gangsters, shit, get coke and sugar
Got for every home 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 some ladies, slap a bitch up and her down
me, I wanna put this hustle behind me
But every time I look away, he's me blindly

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

Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta
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