Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

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

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

Who could flip a record company from a 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 gossip like groupies, notice
I go broke my name got two G's
J I two G A, I that
Up on the and be on the next day

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

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

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

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

Place the safe in the tub, I got one plyer
You better hope this money don't fire
You so soft, no mask, no rope, one and I
Let this nigga run around untie, I to God

You know the type that talk loud, but nigga's white
Soft as a baby bottom, you know spot him
I haven't him in a while and you know how come?
His little faggot's in the corner 911

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

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

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
Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangstam gangsta

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

Gangsters, shit, get coke and sugar
Got for every home and never fuck they own
Even the Feds got a sweatin' grip in the chrome
Commuter case is disclosed, they tappin' the

a 213 zone now
Got some ladies, slap a bitch up and send her
me, I wanna put this hustle 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
That's why we gangstas and y'all
two to the heart, Inc., world most 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, shit?
We got the gangsta, shit