Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz want it

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

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the
The high class, to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this city
Niggaz is assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, straight
I bust em
Cuz see me killin you mean nothin
I'll put you through a lifetime of sufferin
Then you'll learn that bridges ain't made to be
money is rightfully earned, well deserved
Some rules just think, are fit for
And Ja's rules make em large, that you fatefully
Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully
We can murder each other, at the Crossroads
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, your mom for ransom
Give little kids back, the way we do things
leave shells, never drop names
Roll with the game as it
Ja's to blame, I'ma let this share my pain
In my demise you can put it on my
"Here lies a soul of rage, seen brighter days
And outta 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

Check it out
Check it out, it out
it out y'all
Check it out, it out
Check it out
Check it out, it out
it out y'all

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