Luyện nghe bài hát Gangstas

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

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

From the cold, 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 of their enemies
Old country ass nigga with a gold in the
Be the same muthafucka that get your ass stomped

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

Yo P, take me to the streets, where my heart is at
You make 'em say ugh, I '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 night that
You blast me, I you back, beeyatch

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

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

Got fuckin' party poppin'
You and army braggin'
Gon' keep smugglin' in this shit
ain't rappin' what you say about gangsta rappin'
You get killed forever, my nigga, day
you get fucked up nigga is where you lay
Time again I tried to you

But you wanna heard what I say
leather dog bombin', done made a mistake
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, that much, see right through ya

I'll out hustle ya, can't put up a fight I out muscle ya
My really don't give a fuck, attitude got ya uncomfortable
I got that there, nigga you saying shit
I'm than a brand new pair of Stan Smiths
Fresher than a box of green 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 jump off some gangsta shit
shit

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

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

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