Luyện nghe bài hát Gangstas

No Soldiers
(Ugh)
DPGC,
(Ha, ha)
Look here, you got three crazy

In the same place at the time
(Yeah, P.)
You know this shit gon' be off the
(It's gon' be the wildest shit you heard)
For my bitches down south, hospitality
(Representin', ya me)

the cold, hard streets of the LBC
To a duet with Mystikal and P
Real G's ship keys and dice on their knees
And put pistols to the mouths of their
Old country ass with a gold in the front
Be the same that get your bitch ass stomped

Underestimatin' hatin' got you knocked out
Tryin' to play my boy over, you was your hoe
Them South bangin' off the shit that we write
Punk niggas get killed, on sight
No Limit ain't no gimmick, it's you know
So don't be meddlin' my boy and my hoe
Lay low, hit the floor, I'm

Yo P, take me to the streets, that's where my is at
You 'em say ugh, I make 'em say beeyatch
Together we can flip the and get grip
You got the crack, I got the bud
Mystikal, smack, you got the
Deep in that shit on a night like that
You me, I blast you back, beeyatch

We 'bout to jump off some gangsta shit
Gangsta
We 'bout to hop off with some shit
Gangsta
Know what, we're 'bout to off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta

We 'bout to jump off with some shit
shit
We 'bout to hop off with some shit
shit
Know what, we're 'bout to jump off with some shit
shit

Got this fuckin' poppin'
You cappin' and braggin'
Gon' smugglin' in this game shit
Niggas ain't rappin' what you say about gangsta
You get forever, my nigga, every day
Where you get fucked up nigga is you lay
Time again I tried to you

But you ain't wanna heard I say
Damn dog bombin', done made a mistake
We made so good
([Unverified])
Keep that gangsta banging up and down your hood
'Cuz only real gangstas get and to the bottom
Where y'all going, that much, we'll see right ya

I'll out ya, can't put up a fight 'cuz I out muscle ya
My really don't a fuck, attitude got ya feelin' uncomfortable
I got that there, you ain't saying shit
I'm colder than a brand new of Stan Smiths
Fresher than a whole box of green
But I got to your head off
And put bullet holes in Girbauds

We 'bout to off with some gangsta shit
shit
We 'bout to hop off some gangsta shit
shit
Know what, we're 'bout to jump off some gangsta shit
shit

B O U T we it
Real gangstas live rowdy
And you from is how you come
you be or you're at
Fool, watch your back for gangstas in that black from
Long Beach to New
From nigga in the hood to the penitentiary
Tryin' to survive on these

dope 'cuz the kids gotta eat
Put it in a car or a plane, Hound or a train
Sixty five when it came, eighty when it lay
I'm in love with miss mo mo, painted four
Twenty skirt with convertible, fuckin'
Bring the stylins of your talk, I mean real gangstas talk
Free your mind and
Alive and turn cheeks like Pras be

We 'bout to jump off some gangsta shit
shit
We 'bout to hop off with some shit
shit
Know what, we're 'bout to jump off some gangsta shit
Gangsta

We 'bout to jump off with some gangsta
Gangsta
We 'bout to hop off with gangsta shit
Gangsta
Know what, we're 'bout to jump off with some gangsta
shit

We 'bout to off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta
We 'bout to hop off with gangsta shit
Gangsta
Know what, we're 'bout to jump off with some shit
Gangsta
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