Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

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

I understand why niggaz is mad at me
Sittin' like, "Damn, that could be me"
All the cars and the bitches, livin'
But there's only one problem, y'all bad as me

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

Since you like groupies, notice please
I never go broke my got two G's
J I two G A, I flip
Up on the platinum and be on the day

I be right there when your blow out
I was there when lights when on and when you lights go out
I'm there with the same ice to light up your house
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, gangsta
We got the gangsta, shit
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

We live the 718
Got my chick in DMV at this very second runnin' your
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 know the that talk loud, but nigga's white cloud
as a baby bottom, you know Jay-Z spot him
I haven't heard him in a while and you know how
His faggot's in the corner dialing 911

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

Either you follow the codes or don't sell
This life swallow you whole, so get out the game
Go to church Sunday, nigga, and pray hard
And drug dealer, hehe, don't 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, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta
Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta shit

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

Gangsters, shit, get and sugar boughs
Got hoes for every home and fuck they own
Even the Feds got a sweatin' grip in the chrome
Commuter is disclosed, they tappin' the telephones

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

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

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