Luyện nghe bài hát Gangstafied

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(Yes you know, yes you know, yes you know)
We
(This is for the real gangstas)
We
(Yes you indeed)
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never no mama I wanna sing
It was I wanna slang
So I can show off my gold chain, gold
Roll through the hood on them gold

Now it's War 3 in them streets
Ain't gone have enough police
I relax, relate, release
Like this all my homies rest in

Disrespect this, put you in the mix, out that tec grip
Running through your click busting on you like death wish
Spinning your 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 like crack

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

Taking everything you got with that infrared dot on knot
Down Hustlers got on lock, with that J L O C on cock
Gangstafied like them chain in the Pen
P H at your own '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)
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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 throw ya
My little partner got 25 for 2 rocks

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

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

Steady hanging on the block, 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 I wanna sing
Down here mama I wanna gang bang
Wearing that red and start lying
Toting 9's, even throwing up signs

No peace, got live for, deceased
By the hands of 4-4
(Clack, clack)
Pull the back
(That the last)
Live and watch them die slow

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

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

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

Judging me while you do you jury
I put my on my bruh 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)
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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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