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 slang
So I can show off my chain, gold ring
Roll through the hood on gold thangs

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

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

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

Taking everything you got with that dot on your knot
South Hustlers got on lock, with that J L O C on cock
Gangstafied them chain gangs in the Pen
P H at your own 'cause fool 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 with the ballers
It about slanging, keys flippin' half ounces to quarters
When the Task hit that mean time to throw ya
My little got 25 years for 2 rocks

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

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

hanging 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 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 never no mama I wanna sing
Down here it's mama I wanna bang
Wearing that red and start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up

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

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

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

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

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