Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz want it

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

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the
The high class, to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this inner
Niggaz is assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, cheese
I should em
Cuz see me killin you mean nothin
put you through a lifetime of sufferin nigga
Then learn that bridges ain't made to be burned
money is rightfully earned, well deserved
Some rules just think, are fit for
And Ja's rules make em large, you fatefully break
Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 loaded
We can murder each other, at the Crossroads
And if I die tonight, in the immortal of Pac
My gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that
Niggaz is of all that, take your mom for ransom
Give little kids back, that's the way we do
leave shells, never drop names
Roll with the game as it
Ja's to blame, I'ma let world share my pain
In my you can put it on my grave
"Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen brighter
And outta darkness graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, here in Hell we play 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 act like they ain't knowin how it's goin
Dizown, the dizark, cuz that's that kid
Unmask that kid, at that bastard kid
That mind having to break shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you ain't me you shit
You fuckin
You I coulda been stuck it to you
Nigga I wasn't think about fuckin wit you
But I bet now I know your man is thinkin twice bout who to wit
Shit is bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up with
And I know it's just a matter of time I get shot
Or I'ma torture niggaz little sister and make him watch
Give a nigga a room, now he's tryin to house shit
But I bet you get back on some mouse
I punch you in your mouth, bitch
Aaaah, a nigga off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes chockin off
How you feel, eatin a straw he has to suck through
Fuck me? No you, now I gotta touch you
bitch suckin dick like a jockstrap
Put them glocks
Tryin to be the first punk that shot back
Got that? Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm sayin
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 your
Cuz the ground still hot from steam comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up chunks of
Then niggaz'll roll with his monstrous death, beatin to death
Ain't nuthin left but the of what used to be your life
payments, and dried up blood on my knife
Y'all don't understand, when 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 dirt and
But you made it happen, with 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 complete
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