Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz don't it

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

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

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Uh,
I moves 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 break shit or take
And motherfucker, if you me you ain't shit
You fuckin
You know I coulda been it to you
Nigga I wasn't even think about 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 torture this niggaz sister and make him watch
Give a nigga a little room, now tryin to house shit
But I bet you get on some mouse shit
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 suckin dick like a jockstrap
Put them glocks
Tryin to be the first punk that shot back
Got that? Didn't Get? You know you gonna be layin right?
I'm you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm sayin right?
You will respect this, cuz it reckless when I cut the
Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun, you be "What the--Nooo!"
But it's too cuz the heat-seaker done found the heat
The concrete done found your
Cuz hittin the still hot from steam comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up chunks of
niggaz'll roll 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 don't understand, when it's on it's on
You up in the casket with some shades, cuz eyes is gone
I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my and slid
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 mission is complete
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