Luyện nghe bài hát Gangstafied

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

Wasn't no mama I wanna sing
It was mamma I wanna
So I can show off my gold chain, gold
Roll through the hood on them gold

Now it's World War 3 in streets
gone never have enough police
Picture I relax, relate,
Like all my homies rest in peace

Disrespect this, put you in the mix, whopping out that tec
Running through your click like busting on you like death
your head like the exorcist, that's a death kiss
Viscious, at the mouth like rabies, ain't no good
'Cause in my hood we was doing bad crack babies

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

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

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

Time to chop some game with the
It ain't slanging, keys flippin' half ounces to quarters
When the Task hit that mean time to ya rocks
My partner got 25 years for 2 rocks

My block be crazy, my homey daisies
Never had a chance to see his baby
Ain't that sad rolling in the Cadillac
4, 15 woofers bumping behind, I'm him in the back

Dead, who gives a damn 'cause when you gone, no coming back
To my homies that dead and gone 2 stones, label me a thug Pac
'Cause I done got the hooked on ice cream
I mean these gangsta rocks, I'm slanging these tapes we

Steady on the block, keep product in my socks
Ready to rock, open up 'cause it all good
(All good)
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the
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 sing
Down here it's mama I wanna gang
Wearing that red and blue start
Toting 9's, even throwing up signs

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

You know I really wanna say is that they don't car soldiers
Falling asleep the wheel in the Range Rover
Can't remember the time I was sober
(Whoop, whoop)
That's the Po Pos, gotta those

The got some nerve 'bout the supposed
To protect and serve, took my money and my
Every player that on my got a laser beam
Knock your off, steal your dream

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

me while you do you jury duty
I put my hands on my bruh and we still
'Cause No limit soldiers 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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