Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

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

I understand why y'all is mad at me
Sittin' like, "Damn, that could be me"
All the cars and the bitches, lavishly
But only 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 with me
Turn right around and go platinum, that be
Fuck it, I count, why don't you tell me the amount?

Since you gossip like groupies, notice
I never go broke my 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 there your lights when on and when you lights go out
I'm right there with the same ice to light up your
Just bright 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, 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, shit?
We got the gangsta, shit

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

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 this nigga run untie, I swear to God

You know the that talk loud, but nigga's white cloud
Soft as a baby bottom, you Jay-Z spot him
I heard 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 tellin' the cops, huh, I'm takin' your money and
In the underworld we take care of beef
And another thing yo, we police

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

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

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

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

a 213 zone now
Got some ladies, slap a bitch up and send her
Feelin' me, I wanna put this 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
Take two to the heart, Inc., world 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, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta
Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta