Luyện nghe bài hát Gangstas

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

In the same place at the time
(Yeah, P.)
You know this gon' be off the hook
(It's gon' be the wildest 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 keys and shoot on their knees
And put pistols to the mouths of enemies
Old country ass nigga with a in the front
Be the same muthafucka that get your ass stomped

Underestimatin' hatin' got you knocked out
Tryin' to play my boy over, you was with hoe
Them niggas bangin' off the shit that we write
Punk niggas get killed, straight on
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, take me to the streets, that's where my is at
You make 'em say ugh, I 'em say beeyatch
Together we can the script and get grip
You got the crack, I got the bud
Mystikal, smack, you got the
Deep in that gangsta on a night like that
You blast me, I blast you back,

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

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 with some gangsta
shit

Got fuckin' party poppin'
You cappin' and army
keep smugglin' in this game shit
Niggas ain't rappin' what you say about rappin'
You get forever, my nigga, every day
you get fucked up nigga is where you lay
Time again I to tell you

But you wanna heard what I say
Damn dog bombin', done made a mistake
We sound so good
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Keep that gangsta banging up and down your hood
'Cuz real gangstas get down and to the bottom
y'all 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, nigga you saying shit
I'm colder a brand new pair of Stan Smiths
Fresher than a whole box of green
But I got to blow your off
And put bullet holes in your

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

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

Slangin' dope the kids gotta eat
Put it in a car or a plane, Hound or a train
Sixty when it came, eighty nine when it lay
I'm in love with miss mo mo, painted four
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 jump off with some gangsta
shit
We to hop off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta
Know what, we're 'bout to jump off with some shit
Gangsta

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

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