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
the torture
The high class, to D
Grimy and gritty, outter in this inner city
is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, straight
I should em
Cuz see me you don't mean nothin
I'll put you through a lifetime of nigga
Then you'll learn bridges ain't made to be burned
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, the 9 fully loaded
We can each other, meet 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, take mom for ransom
Give little kids back, that's the way we do
Never shells, never drop names
Roll the game as it change
Ja's to blame, I'ma let this world share my
In my you can put it on my grave
"Here a lost soul of rage, seen brighter days
And outta darkness graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, here in Hell we don't fair
the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you here

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Uh,
I make moves get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act like they ain't knowin how it's
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that's kid
Unmask kid, look at that bastard kid
That don't mind having to break or take shit
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 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 torture this niggaz little sister and make him watch
Give a nigga a little room, now he's tryin to house
But I bet you get back on some shit
When I you in your mouth, bitch
Aaaah, a nigga off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he chockin off dick
How you feel, eatin with a straw he has to through
Fuck me? No you, now I gotta touch you
Fuckin bitch suckin dick like a
Put glocks back
Tryin to be the first punk motherfucker that back
Got that? Didn't Get? You where you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm right?
You will respect this, cuz it reckless when I cut the
Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun, you be "What the--Nooo!"
But it's too cuz the heat-seaker done found the heat
The concrete done found meat
Cuz hittin the ground still hot from comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up of flesh
Then niggaz'll roll his monstrous death, beatin punks to death
Ain't nuthin left but the of what used to be your life
Funeral payments, and dried up on my knife
Y'all motherfuckers understand, when it's on it's on
You up in the casket with some shades, cuz your eyes is
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 out the Hudson by some old man fishin
My is almost complete
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