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
Still I got like the boy Carmine
Hold the block in my camouflage suit
Stomp when I walk and I'm stackin all
Bling in my but I can take it out
Stepping up to me, people think about
Long and hard til lose courage
Mad cause girl beat up and malnourished
Picked up a star and she spunt two
Chilled at my watchin Kung Fu fights
and I swung from the Houston
Bet I go with no interruption
wheel with the big daddy grill
Higher than a hill, in my
And we thick, takin no shit
45 on hip with the hollow tip

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

Break it down, watch me I'mma break'em off
Can't fuck with this Mexican Bitch the South
Under oath it true at all times
Love smoking weed and I bustin rhymes
Fine dime, stay fly keep it like a rubba
Just fuck'em , love'em, like my shit undercova
Cause Hustla, gettin mine 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
Next - soon as I put cess in my
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, it's the boy Los in a gray 'Lac
be puttin Hillwood on the map
Rollin ten pounds of steel on my lap
I'mma let you know that I stay about
up pretty in a screwed up city
Might come Puerto Rican broad Diddy
Might Arabian or Venezuelan
'Mote control radio, 84
Mix the up, po it in my dang cup
My girl on the phone trippin so I up
Playboy status, man hard to break habits
Go through mo' cabbage than a of damn rabbits
Two cella-tels, record sales
See ya boys caine in ya nostrills
I rock Phillys, my 'Lac pop
Now I'm up with a dude that robbed Chillies