Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz want it

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

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

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Uh,
I make that get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act like they ain't knowin how goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that's kid
Unmask that kid, at that bastard kid
That don't having to break shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you ain't me you shit
You faggot
You know I been stuck it to you
I wasn't even think about fuckin wit you
But I bet now I know your man is twice bout who to fuck wit
is gettin bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up with
And I know it's a matter of time before I get shot
Or I'ma torture niggaz little sister and make him watch
a nigga a little room, now he's tryin to house shit
But I bet you get on some mouse shit
When I punch you in your mouth,
Aaaah, a nigga off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes chockin off
How you feel, eatin a straw he has to suck through
Fuck me? No you, now I gotta touch you
Fuckin bitch suckin like a jockstrap
Put glocks back
Tryin to be the first punk motherfucker shot back
Got Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the 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 done found the
The concrete found your meat
Cuz hittin the ground still hot steam comin off
rolled back in his head, coughin up chunks of flesh
Then niggaz'll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to death
nuthin left but the memory of what used to be your life
Funeral payments, and up blood on my knife
Y'all motherfuckers understand, when it's on it's on
You up in the casket with some shades, cuz eyes 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 Well take a piece of this ammunition
And get your ass drug out the by some old man fishin
My mission is almost
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