Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz don't it

Ja
DMX
Def Jam hah
Mutherfuckers better the fuck out of our way
Understand that,
We doin this shit gangsta style, Gotti style nigga
Fuck

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

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Uh,
I make moves get me where I'm goin
fools that act like they ain't knowin how it's goin
Dizown, the dizark, cuz that's that kid
Unmask that kid, at that bastard kid
That don't mind having to break shit or take
And motherfucker, if you ain't me you ain't
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 twice bout who to fuck wit
Shit is gettin bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up
And I know it's just a matter of time before I get
Or I'ma torture niggaz little sister and make him watch
Give a a little room, now he's tryin to house shit
But I bet you get on some mouse shit
I punch you in your mouth, bitch
Aaaah, a nigga off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes chockin off
How you feel, eatin with a he has to suck through
me? No fuck you, now I gotta touch you
Fuckin bitch suckin dick a jockstrap
Put them glocks
Tryin to be the first punk that shot back
Got Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm sayin
You respect this, cuz it gets reckless when 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 done the heat
The concrete found your meat
Cuz the ground still hot from steam comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up chunks of
niggaz'll roll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to death
Ain't nuthin left but the memory of what used to be life
payments, and dried up blood on my knife
Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on on
You up in the casket with some shades, cuz your is gone
I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and
But you made it happen, with that you did
Now you want peace? Well take a of this ammunition
And get your ass drug out the Hudson by old man fishin
My is almost complete
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