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 this shit straight gangsta style, Gotti style nigga
y'all

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the
The class, toss to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this city
is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in mouth, straight cheese
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 earned, well deserved
rules just think, are fit for takes
And Ja's rules em large, that you fatefully break
Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully
We can murder each other, meet at the
And if I die tonight, in the words of Pac
My gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that
is capable of all that, take your mom for ransom
Give little back, that's the way we do things
Never leave shells, never drop
Roll with the as it change
Ja's to blame, I'ma let this share my pain
In my you can put it on my grave
"Here lies a lost of rage, seen brighter days
And darkness done graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, here in we don't play fair
the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you here

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

Uh,
I make moves that get me where I'm
fools that act like they ain't knowin how it's goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that's kid
that kid, look at that bastard kid
That don't mind having to break shit or take
And motherfucker, if you me you ain't shit
You faggot
You I coulda been stuck it to you
Nigga I wasn't even think fuckin wit you
But I bet now I know 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 just a matter of time before I get
Or I'ma torture this niggaz little sister and make him
Give a nigga a 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 makes chockin off
How you feel, eatin with a straw he has to suck
Fuck me? No you, now I gotta touch you
Fuckin bitch suckin like a jockstrap
Put them glocks
Tryin to be the first punk that shot back
Got that? Get? You know where you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm sayin
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 heat-seaker done the heat
The done found your meat
Cuz the ground still hot from steam comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up of flesh
Then roll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to death
nuthin left but the memory of what used to be your life
Funeral payments, and dried up on my knife
Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on on
You up in the casket with 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 bullshit you did
Now you peace? Well take a piece of this ammunition
And get ass drug out the Hudson by some old man fishin
My is almost complete
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