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

never no mama I wanna sing
It was I wanna slang
So I can show off my gold chain, gold
through the hood on them gold thangs

Now World War 3 in them streets
Ain't gone have enough police
Picture I relax, relate,
Like all my homies rest in peace

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steady hanging on the block, keep in my socks
Ready to rock, open up shop 'cause it all
(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 wanna bang
Wearing that red and blue start
Toting 9's, even throwing up signs

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

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

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

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

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