Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz don't it

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

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 bust em
Cuz see me killin you don't nothin
I'll put you through a lifetime of nigga
Then you'll learn that bridges made to be burned
money is rightfully earned, well deserved
Some rules just think, are fit for
And Ja's rules make em large, that you 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 gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that
Niggaz is capable of all that, take your mom for
little kids back, that's the way we do things
Never shells, never drop names
with the game as it change
Ja's to blame, I'ma let world share my pain
In my you can put it on my grave
"Here lies a soul of rage, seen brighter days
And outta done graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, here in Hell we don't fair
Cross the line, with my I'll be bringin you here

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Uh,
I moves 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
don't mind having to break 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 even think about fuckin wit you
But I bet now I know man is thinkin twice bout who to fuck wit
Shit is gettin bad, I'm robbin I grew up with
And I know it's just a matter of time before I get
Or I'ma torture this niggaz little and make him watch
Give a nigga a little room, now tryin to house shit
But I bet you get back on some shit
When I punch you in your mouth,
Aaaah, a nigga off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes chockin off
How you feel, with a straw he has to suck through
Fuck me? No fuck you, now I gotta you
Fuckin bitch dick like a jockstrap
Put them glocks
Tryin to be the first punk motherfucker that shot
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 will respect this, cuz it gets 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 found the heat
The concrete done your meat
Cuz hittin the still hot from steam comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up 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 blood on my
Y'all motherfuckers understand, when it's on it's on
You up in the casket with some shades, cuz 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 take a of this ammunition
And get your ass drug out the by some old man fishin
My is almost complete
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