Luyện nghe bài hát Gangster

[Verse 1:
There must've been something about my careless
That got me so much trouble at school and shit
Could've the drugs at home, maybe I was just a foolish kid
I soaked up everything I could from the people that stayed at my house
Biker gangs, waking up to that I didn't know crashed out on my couch
Really didn't know at the time, that I didn't have a life
And when I took that attitude to a new I had to learn to fight
And respect from the kids me was immediately minority
I guess it must've been that "I don't give a fuck about none of y'all" shit sorted me
Out from the rest of the haves, and the have-nots me in as kin
Outcast, poor white trash, and where I learned to make my friends
But I've always been a weirdo to my homie I wanted to go be an entertainer
He was rock out his window
I was the and my best friend was a...

Yelawolf]
Gangster, gangster,
Aye, what we gettin' into
Step into the ride, lookin' through the of a motherfuckin'
Gangster,
So, am I gonna risk my life, to
You're motherfuckin'
When your best friend is a

2: A$AP Rocky]
Danger, we pistol banging, homicide
in the Chevy, motherfucker, ride or die
Ridin' in the scraper low, it from side to side
If the paper low, his burner on his side, on his mind
Only 21 and still he strives to stay
Feelin' paranoia, too much pride to stay
Ain't no to wait around, find the safest place to hide
Drop a chopper, lay you down, the fastest way to God
Grandmama tell him "Son, you gotta to God"
Gamble with your life and you gotta pay the price
Place bet and roll the die, thank the Lord and pray to Christ
'Cause you almost spent your life as a young motherfuckin'...

[Verse 3: Big
look in the eyes of a G?
Cold, cold world that's you gon' see
the cash slow up, masks go on
Chevy slow up, that's it's gon' be
so hot that a nigga might melt
OG up under my belt
Do it by myself, I need no help
5-9 Hoover, nigga, hat to the
Big Henry, bitch else
Ten down, march nigga, step!
If I pop trunk I'm a pop me a chump
Leave a slumped with his chin in his chest
Bang, bang, bang, nigga, G shit
of these rappers ain't live like this
On of the streets I live like this
Nobody really knows why it is this
When it comes to a buck, I'm a
Go and hit the block a car collision
talkin' money, you ain't starvin', is ya?
You start to lose weight like pausing in ya
So go and idle down, my nigga, pardon a
Fuck around and I'm a put a part in a
Fuck around, I'm a pull the nigga
Applaud a nigga, straight from the
Lord, my nigga, you know the game stop, that's...