Luyện nghe bài hát Gangster

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

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

[Verse 2: 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, murder on his
Only 21 and still he strives to 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
tell him "Son, you gotta pray to God"
Gamble with life and then you gotta pay the price
Place bet and roll the die, thank the Lord and pray to Christ
'Cause you almost spent your livin' as a young motherfuckin'...

[Verse 3: Big
look 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 what gon' be
Game so hot a nigga might melt
OG up under my belt
Do it by myself, I don't no help
5-9 Hoover, nigga, hat to the
Big Henry, bitch else
Ten toes down, 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 live like this
On of the streets I live like this
really knows why it is like this
When it to a buck, I'm a mathematician
Go and hit the block a car collision
talkin' 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 in a nigga
Fuck around, I'm a pull the nigga
Applaud a nigga, straight from the
Lord, my nigga, you the game don't stop, that's...