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 I wanna sing
It was mamma I slang
So I can show off my chain, gold ring
Roll through the hood on them gold

Now it's World War 3 in streets
Ain't gone never have enough
Picture I relax, relate,
this 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
Spinning your head like the exorcist, that's a kiss
Viscious, foaming at the like rabies, ain't no good
'Cause in my we was doing bad like crack babies

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

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

Time to chop game with the ballers
It about slanging, keys flippin' half ounces to quarters
When the hit that mean time to throw ya rocks
My little partner got 25 years for 2

My block be crazy, my pushing daisies
Never had a to see his unborn baby
Ain't that sad black rolling in the
4, 15 woofers behind, I'm hitting him in the back

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

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

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 it's mama I gang bang
Wearing red and blue start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up

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

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

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

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

me while you do you jury duty
I put my on my bruh and we still live
No limit 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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