Luyện nghe bài hát Gangster

[Verse 1:
There must've been something about my careless
That got me into so much trouble at school and
been the drugs at home, maybe I was just a foolish kid
I soaked up everything that I could from the 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 took that to a new neighborhood 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 of y'all" shit that sorted me
Out from the rest of the haves, and the have-nots me in as kin
Outcast, poor white trash, and that's where I learned to make my
But I've always been a weirdo to my homie cause I wanted to go be an
He was selling rock out his
I was the and my best friend was a...

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

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

[Verse 3: Big
Ever in the eyes of a G?
Cold, cold that's what you gon' see
the cash slow up, masks go on
Chevy slow up, that's it's gon' be
Game so hot that a nigga might
OG stripes up my belt
Do it by myself, I don't 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 nigga slumped with his chin in his
Bang, bang, bang, nigga, real G
of these rappers ain't live like this
On behalf of the streets I like this
Nobody really knows why it is this
it comes to a buck, I'm a mathematician
Go and hit the block like a car
Niggas money, you ain't starvin', is ya?
You start to lose like they 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 apart the nigga
Applaud a nigga, from the block
Lord, my nigga, you know the don't stop, that's...