Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz don't it

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

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

Check it out
Check it out, 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 moves that get me where I'm
Break fools that act like they knowin how it's goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that kid
Unmask that kid, look at bastard kid
That don't mind to break shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you me you ain't shit
You faggot
You I coulda been stuck it to you
Nigga I wasn't think about fuckin wit you
But I bet now I know man is thinkin twice bout who to fuck wit
Shit is bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up with
And I know it's just a matter of before I get shot
Or I'ma torture this niggaz little and make 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 broken off
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes chockin off
How you feel, with a straw he has to suck through
me? No fuck you, now I gotta touch you
Fuckin bitch suckin dick like a
Put them back
Tryin to be the first punk that shot back
Got that? Get? You know where you gonna be layin right?
I'm you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm sayin right?
You will respect this, cuz it gets when 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 found your
Cuz hittin the still hot from steam comin off
Eyes back in his head, coughin up chunks of flesh
Then niggaz'll roll with his death, beatin punks to death
nuthin left but the memory of what used to be your life
Funeral payments, and dried up blood on my
Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, it's on it's on
You up in the casket some shades, cuz your eyes is gone
I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my and slid
But you it happen, with that bullshit you did
Now you want peace? Well take a piece of this
And get ass drug out the Hudson by some old man fishin
My is almost complete
This will self distruct in two seconds