Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz want it

Ja
DMX
Def Jam hah
Mutherfuckers better the fuck out of our way
that, knawmean?
We doin this shit straight gangsta style, style nigga
y'all

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the
The high class, to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this inner
is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, straight
I should em
Cuz see me killin you don't mean
put you through a lifetime of sufferin nigga
Then learn that bridges ain't made 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 break
Unless you get spanked, with the 9 fully loaded
We can each other, meet at the Crossroads
And if I die tonight, in the immortal of Pac
My niggaz gonna hunt you you drop, believe that
is capable of all that, take your mom for ransom
Give kids back, that's the way we do things
Never shells, never drop names
Roll the game 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 outta darkness graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, here in Hell we don't fair
Cross the line, with my I'll be bringin you here

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

Uh,
I make that get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act like they knowin how it's goin
Dizown, the dizark, cuz that's that kid
Unmask kid, look at that bastard kid
That don't mind having to shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you ain't me you ain't
You fuckin
You know I been stuck it to you
Nigga I even think about fuckin wit you
But I bet now I your man is thinkin twice bout who to fuck wit
Shit is gettin bad, I'm robbin niggaz I up with
And I know it's a matter of time before I get shot
Or I'ma this niggaz little sister and make him watch
a nigga a little room, now he's tryin to house shit
But I bet you get back on some shit
When I punch you in your mouth,
Aaaah, a broken off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes chockin off
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 back
Tryin to be the punk motherfucker that shot back
Got that? Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be layin
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the 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 done found the
The concrete done found meat
Cuz hittin the ground still hot from steam off
Eyes rolled back in his head, up chunks of flesh
Then niggaz'll roll with his monstrous death, 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, it's on it's on
You up in the casket with some shades, cuz your is gone
I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my and slid
But you made it happen, with that you did
Now you want peace? Well take a piece of this
And get your ass drug out the by some old man fishin
My mission is almost
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