Luyện nghe bài hát Gangster

[Verse 1:
There must've been something about my upbringing
That got me into so much trouble at and shit
Could've been the at home, maybe I was just a foolish kid
I soaked up everything that I could from the that stayed at my house
Biker gangs, waking up to people that I didn't crashed out on my couch
didn't know at the time, that I didn't have a normal 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" that sorted me
Out from the rest of the haves, and the took me in as kin
Outcast, poor white trash, and that's where I learned to my friends
But I've always been a weirdo to my homie cause I to go be an entertainer
He was selling out his window
I was the and my best friend was a...

[Hook:
Gangster, gangster,
Aye, what we gettin' tonight?
Step into the ride, through the eyes of a motherfuckin'
Gangster,
So, am I risk my life, to ride?
motherfuckin' right
When best friend is a gangster

2: A$AP Rocky]
Danger, we pistol banging, homicide
Rollin' in the Chevy, motherfucker, or die
Ridin' in the scraper low, it from side to side
If the low, his burner on his side, murder on his mind
Only 21 and he strives to stay alive
Feelin' paranoia, too pride to stay inside
Ain't no time to wait around, find the place to hide
Drop a chopper, lay you down, the fastest way to God
Grandmama tell him "Son, you gotta to God"
Gamble with life and then you gotta pay the price
Place your bet and roll the die, thank the Lord and pray to
you almost spent your life livin' 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, what it's gon' be
Game so hot that a might melt
OG stripes up my belt
Do it by myself, I need no help
5-9 Hoover, nigga, hat to the
Big Henry, nobody else
Ten down, march nigga, step!
If I pop that I'm a pop me a chump
a nigga slumped with his chin in his chest
Bang, bang, bang, nigga, real G
Half of these rappers ain't live 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 like a car
Niggas 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 and I'm a put a part in a nigga
Fuck around, I'm a pull the nigga
a nigga, straight from the block
Lord, my nigga, you know the game stop, that's...