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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Place the 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 the type that talk loud, but nigga's white cloud
Soft as a baby bottom, you know Jay-Z him
I haven't 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 'posed to be
What you the cops, huh, I'm takin' your money and drugs?
In the underworld we take care of ourself
And another thing yo, we ourself

Either you follow the codes or sell cocaine
life 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
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Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta
Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta

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

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

Gangsters, shit, get coke and boughs
Got hoes for home and never fuck they own
though the Feds got a sweatin' grip in the chrome
Commuter case is disclosed, tappin' 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 every time I look away, hittin' me blindly

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

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