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
I got thump like the boy Carmine
Hold the block down in my suit
Stomp I walk and I'm stackin all loot
in my mouth but I can take it out
Stepping up to me, something people think
Long and hard til they courage
Mad cause they girl beat up and
Picked up a star and she spunt two
Chilled at my crib watchin Kung Fu
and I swung from the Houston
Bet I go hard with no
wheel with the big daddy grill
Higher than a hill, in my
And we roll thick, no shit
45 on hip with the point tip

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

Break it down, watch me clown break'em off
Can't fuck with Mexican Bitch from the South
Under oath it true at all times
smoking 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 aint quiet where the green
I like, I need, so how it be
You can hit it or quit it, believe I will
Next - as I put cess in my chest
I forget, I ain't the of chick you'll be hittin for free
gangsta, better believe and respect
Me and that boy S.P. reppin Tex

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Yo, the boy Los in a smoke gray 'Lac
Forver be puttin 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
Might come Puerto Rican like Diddy
Might Arabian or Venezuelan
'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 to break habits
Go mo' cabbage than a pack of damn rabbits
Two cella-tels, million record
See ya puttin' caine in ya nostrills
I rock Phillys, my pop wheelies
Now I'm up with a dude that robbed Chillies