Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz want it

Ja
DMX
Def Jam hah
Mutherfuckers stay the fuck out of our way
Understand that,
We doin shit straight gangsta style, Gotti style nigga
y'all

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the
The high class, to D
Grimy and gritty, outter in this inner city
Niggaz is definately assed-out, wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, cheese
I should em
Cuz see me you don't mean nothin
put you through a lifetime of sufferin nigga
Then you'll learn that ain't made to be burned
Drug is rightfully earned, well deserved
Some rules just think, are fit for
And Ja's make em large, that you fatefully break
Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 loaded
We can murder each other, meet at the
And if I die tonight, in the words of Pac
My niggaz gonna hunt you till you drop, believe
Niggaz is capable of all that, take your mom for
Give little kids back, that's the way we do
Never leave shells, drop names
Roll with the game as it
Ja's to blame, I'ma let this share my pain
In my demise you can put it on my
"Here lies a lost of rage, seen brighter days
And outta done graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, here in we don't play fair
Cross the line, my nine I'll be bringin you here

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Uh,
I make moves that get me where I'm
Break fools that act like they knowin how it's goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that kid
Unmask that kid, at that bastard kid
That don't mind having to shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you me you ain't shit
You fuckin
You know I coulda stuck it to you
Nigga I wasn't even 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 before I get shot
Or I'ma torture this niggaz little sister and make him
Give a nigga a little room, now he's tryin to shit
But I bet you get back on some 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, eatin with a straw he has to suck
me? No fuck you, now I gotta touch you
Fuckin bitch suckin like a jockstrap
Put glocks back
Tryin to be the first motherfucker that shot back
Got that? Didn't Get? You know you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm right?
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 too late cuz the heat-seaker done found the heat
The concrete done your meat
Cuz hittin the ground still hot from comin off
Eyes back in his head, coughin up chunks of flesh
niggaz'll roll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to death
Ain't nuthin left but the of what used to be your life
Funeral payments, and dried up on my knife
Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, it's on it's on
You up in the casket with some shades, cuz your is gone
I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and
But you it happen, with that bullshit you did
Now you want Well take a piece of this ammunition
And get your ass out the Hudson by some old man fishin
My is almost complete
This will self distruct in two seconds