Luyện nghe bài hát Gangstafied

We
(Yes you know, yes you know, yes you know)
We
(This is for the real gangstas)
We
(Yes you indeed)
We

Wasn't never no mama I wanna
It was I wanna slang
So I can show off my gold chain, gold
through the hood on them gold thangs

Now World War 3 in them streets
Ain't gone never have enough
Picture I relax, relate,
Like this all my homies in peace

Disrespect this, put you in the mix, whopping out tec grip
Running your click like busting on you like death wish
Spinning your head like the exorcist, a death kiss
Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies, no good
'Cause in my hood we was bad like crack babies

(Scandalous)
Like Givens
(And dangerous)
Dead how we living
Shiesty, like the offering up out the church
Putting in work game on your Boo
Like when that rem and got me hurt, I'm tru

Taking everything you got that infrared dot on your knot
South Hustlers got on lock, with that J L O C on cock
Gangstafied like them gangs in the Pen
P H at own risk 'cause fool to the tip
be gone with the wind, playa

We
(Yes you know, yes you know, yes you know)
We
(This is for the tru gangstas)
We
(Yes you indeed)
We

to chop some game with the ballers
It ain't about slanging, keys flippin' half ounces to
When the hit that mean time to throw ya rocks
My little got 25 years for 2 rocks

My block be crazy, my pushing daisies
had a chance to see his unborn baby
Ain't that sad black in the Cadillac
4, 15 woofers bumping behind, I'm him in the back

Dead, who gives a 'cause when you gone, ain't no coming back
To my that dead and gone 2 stones, label me a thug like Pac
'Cause I done got the world hooked on ice
I mean these gangsta rocks, I'm slanging tapes we banging

hanging on the block, keep product in my socks
Ready to rock, open up shop it all good
(All good)
Mr. Ice Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
I'm 'bout it rowdy,

We
(Yes you know, yes you know, yes you know)
We
(This is for the tru gangstas)
We
(Yes you indeed)
We

It wasn't never no mama I wanna
Down here it's mama I wanna bang
Wearing that red and start lying
Toting 9's, even throwing up signs

No peace, got nothing for, deceased
By the hands of 4-4
(Clack, clack)
Pull the back
(That the last)
Live fast and watch them die

You know I really wanna say is they don't car about soldiers
Falling asleep behind the wheel in the Range
Can't remember the last time I was
(Whoop, whoop)
the Po Pos, gotta watch those

The got some nerve talking 'bout the
To protect and serve, took my and my herb
Every player on my team got a laser beam
Knock your head off, steal your

Not first you sure, ain't nutting nice fiends
Ain't what it seems, the south about
Big money, big guns and big booties
I be that you looking at that

Judging me you do you jury duty
I put my hands on my and we still live
'Cause No soldiers survive gangstafied

So, so, so

We
(Yes you know, yes you know, yes you know)
We
(This is for the tru gangstas)
We
(Yes you indeed)
We

We
(Yes you know, yes you know, yes you know)
We
(This is for the tru gangstas)
We
(Yes you indeed)
We

We
(Yes you know, yes you know, yes you know)
We
(This is for the tru gangstas)
We
(Yes you indeed)
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