Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz don't it

Ja
DMX
Def Jam hah
better 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 class, toss 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 should em
Cuz see me you don't mean nothin
I'll put you a lifetime of sufferin nigga
Then learn that bridges ain't made to be burned
Drug money is rightfully earned, well
Some just think, are fit for takes
And rules make em large, that you fatefully break
Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 loaded
We can murder other, meet at the Crossroads
And if I die tonight, in the immortal of Pac
My niggaz gonna hunt you till you drop, believe
Niggaz is capable of all that, take mom for ransom
Give kids back, that's the way we do things
Never leave shells, never drop
with 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 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, with my nine I'll be you here

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Uh,
I make moves that get me where I'm
fools that act like they ain't knowin how it's goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that kid
that kid, look at that bastard kid
That don't mind having to break or take shit
And motherfucker, if you ain't me you ain't
You faggot
You know I coulda stuck it to you
Nigga I wasn't even about fuckin wit you
But I bet now I know your man is thinkin twice who to fuck wit
Shit is gettin bad, I'm niggaz I grew up with
And I know it's a matter of time before I get shot
Or I'ma torture this niggaz little sister and him watch
Give a nigga a little room, now he's to house shit
But I bet you get back on some shit
When I punch you in your mouth,
Aaaah, a broken off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he chockin off dick
How you feel, eatin with a he has to suck through
Fuck me? No fuck you, now I touch you
Fuckin bitch dick like a jockstrap
Put them glocks
Tryin to be the first punk that shot back
Got that? Get? You know where you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm sayin
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 too late cuz the heat-seaker done found the heat
The concrete done your meat
Cuz hittin the ground still hot steam comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up chunks of
Then niggaz'll roll with his monstrous death, punks to death
Ain't nuthin left but the memory of used to be your life
Funeral payments, and dried up blood on my
Y'all motherfuckers 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, that's why I did my dirt and
But you it happen, with that bullshit you did
Now you want peace? Well take a of this ammunition
And get your ass out the Hudson by some old man fishin
My is almost complete
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