Luyện nghe bài hát Gangster

[Verse 1:
There must've been about my careless upbringing
That got me into so much trouble at school and
Could've the drugs at home, maybe I was just a foolish kid
I soaked up everything that I could from the people stayed at my house
Biker gangs, up to people 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 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" that sorted me
Out from the rest of the haves, and the took me in as kin
Outcast, poor white trash, and where I learned 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 best was a...

[Hook:
Gangster, gangster,
Aye, we gettin' into tonight?
Step into the ride, 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 banging, another 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, on his mind
Only 21 and still he to stay alive
Feelin' paranoia, too much pride to stay
Ain't no time to wait around, the safest place to hide
a chopper, lay you down, it's the fastest way to God
Grandmama tell him "Son, you gotta to God"
Gamble with your life and then you gotta pay the
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
When the slow up, masks go on
Chevy slow up, what it's gon' be
so hot that 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 else
Ten down, march nigga, step!
If I pop that trunk I'm a pop me a
Leave a slumped 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
Nobody knows why it is like this
When it comes to a buck, I'm a
Go and hit the like a car collision
Niggas 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 and I'm a put a part in a nigga
Fuck around, I'm a pull apart the
a nigga, straight from the block
Lord, my nigga, you the game don't stop, that's...