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

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

Since you gossip like groupies, notice
I never go 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 your mics out
I was when your lights 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 niggas write about, Jigga's a
J-Hova, end of the session, fuck me now

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

We live the 718
Got my chick in DMV at this very second runnin' 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 better hope this money don't catch
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 spot 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' money and drugs?
In the we take care of beef ourself
And another yo, we police 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, don't your day job
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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, shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangstam gangsta

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 and sugar boughs
Got hoes for every home and never they own
though the Feds got a sweatin' grip in the chrome
Commuter case is disclosed, tappin' the telephones

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

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

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