Luyện nghe bài hát Gangster

[Verse 1:
There must've something about my careless upbringing
That got me into so trouble at school and shit
been the drugs at home, maybe I was just a foolish kid
I soaked up everything I could from the people that stayed at my house
Biker gangs, up to people that I didn't know crashed out on my couch
Really didn't at the time, that I didn't have a normal life
And I took that attitude to a new neighborhood I had to learn to fight
And respect from the kids me was immediately minority
I guess it must've 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 I learned to make my friends
But I've been a weirdo to my homie cause I wanted to go be an entertainer
He was selling out his window
I was the rapper and my friend was a...

Yelawolf]
Gangster, gangster,
Aye, what we into tonight?
Step into the ride, through the eyes of a motherfuckin'
Gangster,
So, am I gonna risk my life, to
motherfuckin' right
When your friend is a gangster

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Danger, we pistol banging, homicide
Rollin' in the Chevy, motherfucker, or die
Ridin' in the scraper low, it shake side to side
If the paper low, his on his side, murder on his mind
Only 21 and still he strives to alive
paranoia, too much pride to stay inside
Ain't no time to wait around, find the safest to hide
a chopper, lay you down, it's the fastest way to God
Grandmama tell him "Son, you pray 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 your life livin' as a young motherfuckin'...

[Verse 3: Big
look in the eyes of a G?
Cold, world that's what you gon' see
When the slow up, masks go on
Chevy up, that's what it's gon' be
Game so hot a nigga might melt
OG up under my belt
Do it by myself, I don't need no
5-9 Hoover, nigga, hat to the
Big Henry, bitch nobody
Ten toes down, nigga, step!
If I pop trunk I'm a pop me a chump
Leave a slumped with his chin in his chest
Bang, bang, bang, nigga, real G
Half of rappers ain't live like this
On behalf of the streets I like this
really knows why it is like this
When it comes to a buck, I'm a
Go and hit the block a car collision
Niggas talkin' money, you starvin', is ya?
You start to lose weight they pausing in ya
So go and idle down, my nigga, a nigga
Fuck around and I'm a put a in a nigga
around, I'm a pull apart the nigga
Applaud a nigga, from the block
Lord, my nigga, you know the game stop, that's...