Luyện nghe bài hát Gangster

[Verse 1:
There must've been something my careless upbringing
That got me into so much at school and shit
Could've the drugs at home, maybe I was just a foolish kid
I soaked up that 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 know at the time, that I have a normal life
And when I that attitude to a new neighborhood I had to learn to fight
And from the kids like me was immediately minority
I guess it must've been that "I don't give a fuck about none of y'all" that 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 I've always been a weirdo to my homie I wanted to go be an entertainer
He was selling rock out his
I was the and my best friend was a...

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

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

[Verse 3: Big
Ever in the eyes of a G?
Cold, cold that's what you gon' see
When the cash up, masks go on
Chevy slow up, that's it's gon' be
Game so hot 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 nobody
Ten down, march nigga, step!
If I pop that trunk I'm a pop me a
Leave a nigga slumped with his chin in his
Bang, bang, bang, nigga, real G
Half of these rappers live like this
On behalf of the streets I live like
Nobody knows why it is like this
When it to a buck, I'm a mathematician
Go and hit the like a car collision
Niggas money, you ain't starvin', is ya?
You start to weight like they pausing in ya
So go and idle down, my nigga, pardon a
around and I'm a put a part in a nigga
Fuck around, I'm a pull apart the
Applaud a nigga, straight from the
Lord, my nigga, you the game don't stop, that's...