Luyện nghe bài hát Gangstas

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

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

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

Underestimatin' hatin' got you out cold
Tryin' to my boy over, you was with your hoe
Them niggas bangin' off the shit that we write
Punk niggas get killed, on sight
No Limit no gimmick, it's tragic you know
So be meddlin' with my boy and my hoe
Lay low, hit the floor, I'm

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

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

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

Got this fuckin' party
You cappin' and braggin'
Gon' keep smugglin' in this game
Niggas rappin' what you say about gangsta rappin'
You get forever, my nigga, every day
Where you get fucked up is where you lay
Time I tried to tell you

But you wanna heard what I say
leather dog bombin', done made a mistake
We made sound so
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Keep that gangsta shit banging up and down your
'Cuz only real get down and to the bottom
Where going, that much, we'll see right through ya

I'll out hustle ya, can't put up a fight 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 pair of Stan
Fresher than a whole box of Altimos
But I got to your head off
And put holes in your Girbauds

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

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

dope 'cuz the kids gotta eat
Put it in a car or a plane, Grey Hound or a
Sixty five it came, eighty nine when it lay
I'm in with miss mo mo, candy painted four
Twenty with convertible, fuckin' polo
Bring the stylins of talk, I mean real gangstas don't talk
Free your mind and
Alive and turn your cheeks like be

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

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

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