Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz don't it

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

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the
The high class, to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in inner city
Niggaz is assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, cheese
I bust 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
Drug money is earned, well deserved
Some rules think, are fit for takes
And rules make em large, that you fatefully break
Unless you wanna get spanked, 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 capable of all that, your mom for ransom
Give kids 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 you can put it on my grave
"Here lies a lost soul of rage, brighter days
And darkness done graduated, may he lay"
And I swear, here in Hell we don't play fair
Cross the line, with my nine I'll be you here

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it out y'all
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Uh,
I moves that get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act like ain't knowin how it's goin
Dizown, the dizark, cuz that's that kid
Unmask that kid, at that bastard kid
That don't mind having to break or take shit
And motherfucker, if you me you ain't shit
You faggot
You I coulda been stuck it to you
Nigga I even think about fuckin wit you
But I bet now I know your man is thinkin twice bout who to wit
Shit is gettin bad, I'm robbin I grew up with
And I know it's a matter of time before 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 on some mouse shit
When I punch you in your mouth,
Aaaah, a nigga broken off
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes off dick
How you feel, with a straw he has to suck through
me? No fuck you, now I gotta touch you
Fuckin suckin dick like a jockstrap
Put them glocks
Tryin to be the first motherfucker that shot back
Got that? Didn't Get? You know where you be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the I'm sayin right?
You will 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 found the
The concrete done found meat
Cuz hittin the ground hot from steam comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up chunks of
Then roll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to death
Ain't left but the memory of what used to be your life
Funeral payments, and up blood on my knife
Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on 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, that bullshit you did
Now you want peace? 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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