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 mamma I wanna
So I can show off my gold chain, gold
Roll the hood on them gold thangs

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

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

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

everything you got with that infrared dot on your knot
Down South got on lock, with that J L O C on cock
Gangstafied like them chain in the Pen
P H at your own risk 'cause 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 Task hit that time to throw ya rocks
My little partner got 25 for 2 rocks

My block be crazy, my homey daisies
Never had a chance to see his baby
that sad black rolling in the Cadillac
4, 15 woofers behind, I'm hitting him in the back

Dead, who gives a damn 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 gangsta rocks, I'm slanging these tapes we banging

Steady hanging on the block, keep in my socks
Ready to rock, open up shop it all good
(All good)
Mr. Ice Cream Man or me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
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 wanna bang
Wearing that red and blue lying
Toting those 9's, throwing up signs

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

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

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

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

me while you do you jury duty
I put my hands on my bruh and we 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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