Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz don't it

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

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

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Uh,
I moves that get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act like they knowin how it's goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that's kid
Unmask that kid, look at bastard kid
That don't having to break shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you me you ain't shit
You faggot
You know I been stuck it to you
Nigga I even think about fuckin wit you
But I bet now I know your man is thinkin 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 this niggaz little sister and make him
Give a nigga a room, now he's tryin to house shit
But I bet you get on some mouse shit
When I punch you in mouth, bitch
Aaaah, a broken off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes off dick
How you feel, eatin a straw he has to suck through
Fuck me? No fuck you, now I gotta you
Fuckin suckin dick like a jockstrap
Put glocks back
to be the first punk motherfucker that shot back
Got that? Didn't Get? You know you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm sayin
You will 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 found the
The concrete done found meat
Cuz hittin the ground still hot from steam off
Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up of flesh
Then roll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to death
Ain't nuthin but the memory of what used to be your life
Funeral payments, and up blood on my knife
motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on it's on
You up in the with some shades, cuz your eyes is gone
I I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and slid
But you made it happen, that bullshit you did
Now you want Well take a piece of this ammunition
And get ass drug out the Hudson by some old man fishin
My is almost complete
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