Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz want it

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

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the
The high class, to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in inner city
Niggaz is assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, straight
I should em
Cuz see me killin you don't nothin
I'll put you through a lifetime of sufferin
Then you'll learn that bridges made to be burned
Drug is rightfully earned, well deserved
Some rules just think, are fit for
And Ja's rules make em large, that you fatefully
you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully 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, believe
Niggaz is capable of all that, take mom for ransom
Give little kids back, the way we do things
Never leave shells, never names
Roll the game as it change
to blame, I'ma let this world share my pain
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 I swear, here in Hell we don't play fair
Cross the line, with my nine be bringin you here

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

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 that kid, at that bastard kid
That mind having to break shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you me you ain't shit
You faggot
You know I coulda been it to you
Nigga I even think about fuckin wit you
But I bet now I know your man is thinkin twice bout who to wit
Shit is gettin bad, I'm niggaz I grew up with
And I know it's just a matter of time I get shot
Or I'ma torture this niggaz little sister and 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 broken off
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the he makes chockin off dick
How you feel, eatin with a straw he has to suck
Fuck me? No fuck you, now I 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 be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm sayin
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 done found the heat
The concrete done your meat
Cuz the ground still hot from steam comin off
Eyes rolled in his head, coughin up chunks of flesh
Then niggaz'll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to death
Ain't nuthin left but the memory of used to be your life
Funeral payments, and up blood on my knife
Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, when 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 dirt and
But you made it happen, that bullshit you did
Now you want peace? Well a piece of this ammunition
And get your ass drug out the Hudson by some old man
My mission is almost
This will self distruct in two seconds