Luyện nghe bài hát Gangster

[Verse 1:
There must've something about my careless upbringing
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 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 have a normal life
And I took that attitude to a new neighborhood I had to learn to fight
And respect from the like me was immediately minority
I guess it must've been that "I don't give a fuck about none of y'all" shit that 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 learned to make my
But I've always a weirdo to my homie cause I wanted to go be an entertainer
He was selling out his window
I was the and my best friend was a...

Yelawolf]
Gangster, gangster,
Aye, what we into tonight?
Step the ride, lookin' 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, another
in the Chevy, motherfucker, ride or die
Ridin' in the low, it shake from side to side
If the low, his burner on his side, murder on his mind
Only 21 and still he strives to stay
paranoia, too much pride to stay inside
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"
with 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 livin' as a 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 that a nigga melt
OG stripes up my belt
Do it by myself, I don't need no
5-9 Hoover, nigga, hat to the
Big Henry, nobody else
Ten down, march nigga, step!
If I pop trunk I'm a pop me a chump
Leave a nigga slumped his chin in his chest
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 like
When it 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 weight like 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
a nigga, straight from the block
Lord, my nigga, you know the don't stop, that's...