Luyện nghe bài hát Gangstas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

out hustle ya, can't put up a fight 'cuz I out muscle ya
My really don't give a fuck, got ya feelin' uncomfortable
I got that there, nigga you ain't saying
I'm colder than a brand new pair of Smiths
Fresher than a box of green Altimos
But I got to blow head off
And put holes in your Girbauds

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

B O U T we it
Real live muthafuckin' rowdy
And where you from is how you
you be or you're at
Fool, your back for these gangstas in that black from
Long to New Orleans
From every in the hood to the penitentiary
Tryin' to on these streets

Slangin' dope 'cuz the kids eat
Put it in a car or a plane, Grey or a train
Sixty five when it came, eighty when it lay
I'm in love with miss mo mo, candy painted
Twenty skirt with convertible, polo
Bring the stylins of your talk, I mean real gangstas don't
your mind and refugee
Alive and turn your cheeks Pras be

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

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

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