Luyện nghe bài hát Gangster

[Verse 1:
There must've been something about my careless
That got me into so much trouble at and shit
Could've been the drugs at home, maybe I was a foolish kid
I up everything that I could from 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, 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 like me was immediately minority
I guess it must've been that "I don't give a fuck about none of y'all" shit 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 to make my friends
But always been a weirdo to my homie cause I wanted to go be an entertainer
He was selling rock out his
I was the rapper and my friend was a...

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

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 paper low, his burner on his side, on his mind
21 and still he strives to stay alive
Feelin' paranoia, too much pride to inside
Ain't no time to wait around, find the place to hide
a chopper, lay you down, it's the fastest way to God
Grandmama him "Son, you gotta pray to God"
Gamble your life and then you gotta pay the price
Place your bet and the die, thank the Lord and pray to Christ
'Cause you almost spent life livin' as a young motherfuckin'...

[Verse 3: Big
look in the eyes of a G?
Cold, cold world that's what you see
When the cash slow up, go on
Chevy slow up, that's what it's be
so hot that a nigga might melt
OG stripes up under my
Do it by myself, I don't need no
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 slumped with his in his chest
Bang, bang, bang, nigga, real G
Half of these ain't live like this
On behalf of the I live 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 talkin' money, you starvin', is ya?
You start to lose weight like pausing in ya
So go and idle down, my nigga, a nigga
Fuck and I'm a put a part in a nigga
Fuck around, I'm a pull apart the
Applaud a nigga, straight the block
Lord, my nigga, you know the game stop, that's...