Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

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

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

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

Since you gossip like groupies, please
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 your mics blow out
I was there when your lights when on and you lights go out
I'm right there with the ice to light up your house
Just bright to see the gun 'fo I wipe 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, 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, shit

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

Place the safe in the 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 run around untie, I swear to God

You the type that talk loud, but nigga's white cloud
as a baby bottom, you know Jay-Z spot him
I heard him in a while and you know how come?
His little in the corner dialing 911

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

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

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

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

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

a 213 zone now
Got some ladies, slap a bitch up and her down
Feelin' me, I wanna put this hustle 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 nigga smilin', the night 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, shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta

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