Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsterous

(One baby...for all my G's, for all my G's uh...)

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all
Still I got like the boy Carmine
Hold the block in my camouflage suit
when I walk and I'm stackin all loot
Bling in my mouth but I can it out
Stepping up to me, something people about
Long and hard til they lose
Mad cause they girl beat up and
Picked up a star and she two nights
Chilled at my watchin Kung Fu fights
Swang and I from the Houston
Bet I go with no interruption
Woodgrain wheel with the big grill
Higher a hill, in my automobile
And we roll thick, no shit
45 on hip with the point tip

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We're gangsta, and gangsta's how we come
We're commin and wreckin for Houston

Break it down, watch me I'mma break'em off
Can't fuck with this Mexican Bitch the South
Under keep it true at all times
Love smoking weed and I bustin rhymes
dime, stay fly keep it tight like a rubba
Just fuck'em , love'em, like my shit undercova
Cause Hustla, gettin mine by any means
Don't be supprised, I aint quiet where the green
I like, I need, so how it be
You can hit it or quit it, believe I proceed
Next - soon as I put cess in my
I forget, I ain't the type of you'll be hittin for free
Comin' gangsta, believe and respect
Me and that boy S.P. reppin Tex

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Yo, it's the boy Los in a smoke 'Lac
Forver be Hillwood on the map
with ten pounds of steel on my lap
I'mma let you know that I stay that
up pretty in a screwed up city
Might come Puerto Rican broad like
Might come or Venezuelan
'Mote control radio, 84
Mix the up, po it in my dang cup
My on the phone trippin so I hang up
Playboy status, man hard to break habits
Go through mo' cabbage than a of damn rabbits
Two cella-tels, million sales
See ya puttin' caine in ya nostrills
I rock Phillys, my 'Lac pop
Now I'm locked up with a dude that Chillies