Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz want it

Ja
DMX
Def Jam hah
Mutherfuckers better stay the out of our way
that, knawmean?
We doin this straight gangsta style, Gotti 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 mouth, straight cheese
I bust em
Cuz see me you don't mean nothin
I'll put you through a of sufferin nigga
you'll learn that bridges ain't made to be burned
Drug is rightfully earned, well deserved
Some rules just think, are fit for
And rules make em large, that you fatefully break
you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully loaded
We can murder other, meet at the Crossroads
And if I die tonight, in the words of Pac
My gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that
Niggaz is of all that, take your mom for ransom
little kids back, that's the way we do things
Never leave shells, never names
Roll with the game as it
Ja's to blame, I'ma let this share my pain
In my you can put it on my grave
"Here a lost soul of rage, seen brighter days
And darkness done graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, here in Hell we don't fair
Cross the line, with my nine be bringin you here

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Uh,
I make that get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act like ain't knowin how it's goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that's kid
Unmask that kid, look at that kid
don't mind having to break shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you ain't me you 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 your man is twice bout who to fuck wit
Shit is gettin bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up
And I know just a matter of time before I get shot
Or I'ma torture this niggaz little sister and him watch
Give a a little room, now he's tryin to house shit
But I bet you get back on some mouse
When I punch you in your mouth,
Aaaah, a nigga off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he chockin off dick
How you feel, eatin a straw he has to suck through
Fuck me? No fuck you, now I 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 know you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the I'm sayin right?
You respect 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 the heat
The concrete done found meat
Cuz hittin the ground still hot from comin off
Eyes rolled in his head, coughin up chunks of flesh
Then niggaz'll roll with his 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
motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on it's on
You up in the with some shades, cuz your 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 peace? Well take a piece of this ammunition
And get your ass drug out the Hudson by old man fishin
My mission is almost
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