Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz want it

Ja
DMX
Def Jam hah
better stay the fuck out of our way
Understand that,
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
Niggaz is assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in mouth, straight cheese
I should em
Cuz see me you don't mean nothin
I'll put you through a lifetime of nigga
Then learn that bridges ain't made to be burned
Drug money is rightfully earned, deserved
Some just think, are fit for takes
And Ja's rules make em large, you fatefully break
Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully
We can each other, meet at the Crossroads
And if I die tonight, in the immortal of Pac
My niggaz gonna 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
leave shells, never drop names
Roll the game as it change
Ja's to blame, I'ma let this world share my
In my demise you can put it on my
"Here lies a lost soul of rage, brighter days
And outta darkness graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, in Hell we don't play fair
Cross the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you

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Uh,
I make that get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act like they ain't knowin how it's
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 I coulda been stuck it to you
Nigga I wasn't think about fuckin 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 grew up
And I know it's just a matter of time I get shot
Or I'ma torture this niggaz little sister and make him
Give a nigga a little room, now he's to house shit
But I bet you get back on some mouse
When I punch you in your mouth,
Aaaah, a broken off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes off dick
How you feel, eatin with a straw he has to suck
Fuck me? No you, now I gotta touch you
bitch suckin dick like a jockstrap
Put glocks back
Tryin to be the first punk that shot back
Got that? Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be layin
I'm tellin you, hah, you know the fuck 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 done found the heat
The concrete done found your
Cuz hittin the still hot from steam comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, up chunks of flesh
Then niggaz'll roll 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
motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on it's on
You up in the casket with some shades, cuz your is gone
I know I'm wrong, why I did my dirt and slid
But you it happen, with that bullshit you did
Now you want peace? take a piece of this ammunition
And get your ass drug out the Hudson by some old man
My is almost complete
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