Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsterous

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

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

X2]
We're gangsta, and gangsta's how we come
We're commin and wreckin for Houston

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

X2]

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