Luyện nghe bài hát Gangster

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

[Hook:
Gangster, gangster,
Aye, what we gettin' into
into the ride, lookin' through the eyes of a motherfuckin'
Gangster,
So, am I gonna my life, to ride?
You're right
When your best friend is a

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

[Verse 3: Big
Ever in the eyes of a G?
Cold, cold world that's you gon' see
the cash slow up, masks go on
Chevy up, that's what it's gon' be
Game so hot a nigga might melt
OG stripes up under my
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 that trunk I'm a pop me a
Leave a nigga with his chin in his chest
Bang, bang, bang, nigga, real G
Half of these rappers ain't like this
On of the streets I live like this
Nobody really knows why it is this
it comes to a buck, I'm a mathematician
Go and hit the like a car collision
Niggas talkin' money, you starvin', is ya?
You start to lose weight like they in ya
So go and down, my nigga, pardon a nigga
Fuck and I'm a put a part in a nigga
Fuck around, I'm a pull apart the
Applaud a nigga, from the block
Lord, my nigga, you know the don't stop, that's...