Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsterous

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

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

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

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

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