Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz don't it

Ja
DMX
Def Jam hah
Mutherfuckers better stay the out of our way
that, knawmean?
We doin this straight gangsta style, Gotti style nigga
Fuck

Uh, uh, uh
the torture
The class, toss to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in inner city
is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, straight
I bust em
Cuz see me you don't mean nothin
I'll put you through a of sufferin nigga
you'll learn that bridges ain't made to be burned
Drug money is earned, well deserved
rules just think, are fit for takes
And Ja's rules make em large, that you fatefully
Unless you get spanked, with the 9 fully loaded
We can murder each other, meet at the
And if I die tonight, in the immortal of Pac
My gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that
Niggaz is capable of all that, take mom for ransom
little kids back, that's the way we do things
Never leave shells, drop names
Roll with the game as it
Ja's to blame, I'ma let this world my pain
In my you can put it on my grave
"Here a lost soul of rage, seen brighter days
And darkness done graduated, may he lay"
And I swear, here in Hell we don't play fair
Cross the line, with my nine I'll be you here

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Uh,
I make moves get me where I'm goin
Break that act like they ain't knowin how it's goin
Dizown, the dizark, cuz that's that kid
that kid, look at that bastard kid
That don't having to break shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you me you ain't shit
You faggot
You I coulda been stuck it to you
Nigga I wasn't even about fuckin wit you
But I bet now I know your man is thinkin twice bout who to wit
is gettin bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up with
And I know it's just a matter of time I get shot
Or I'ma torture niggaz little sister and make him watch
Give a nigga a little room, now tryin to house shit
But I bet you get back on some shit
I punch you in your mouth, bitch
Aaaah, a nigga broken off
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes off dick
How you feel, eatin with a he has to suck through
Fuck me? No you, now I gotta touch you
Fuckin suckin dick like a jockstrap
Put them glocks
Tryin to be the first motherfucker that shot back
Got that? Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be right?
I'm you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm sayin right?
You will respect this, cuz it gets reckless I cut the
Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun, you be "What the--Nooo!"
But it's too late cuz the heat-seaker found the heat
The concrete done found your
Cuz hittin the ground hot from steam comin off
Eyes back in his head, coughin up chunks of flesh
niggaz'll roll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to death
Ain't nuthin left but the memory of used to be your life
payments, and dried up blood on my knife
Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, when on it's on
You up in the casket some shades, cuz your eyes is gone
I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my and slid
But you made it happen, with bullshit you did
Now you want peace? Well take a piece of this
And get your ass drug out the Hudson by old man fishin
My mission is complete
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