Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz don't it

Ja
DMX
Def Jam hah
Mutherfuckers better the fuck out of our way
Understand that,
We doin this shit straight gangsta style, Gotti nigga
Fuck

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the
The class, toss to D
Grimy and gritty, outter in this inner city
Niggaz is definately assed-out, wit me
End up wit a gun in mouth, straight cheese
I bust em
Cuz see me killin you don't nothin
I'll put you through a lifetime of sufferin
Then you'll learn that ain't 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 get spanked, with 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
is capable of all that, take your mom for ransom
Give little kids back, that's the way we do
Never leave shells, drop names
Roll the game as it change
Ja's to blame, I'ma let world share my pain
In my demise you can put it on my
"Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen brighter
And outta done graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, here in Hell we don't fair
Cross the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you

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Uh,
I make moves get me where I'm goin
Break 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 shit or shit
And motherfucker, if you ain't me you shit
You fuckin
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 who to fuck wit
Shit is gettin bad, I'm robbin I grew up with
And I know just a matter of time before I get shot
Or torture this niggaz little sister and make him watch
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 mouth, bitch
Aaaah, a nigga broken off
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes off dick
How you feel, eatin with a he has to suck through
Fuck me? No fuck you, now I gotta you
Fuckin bitch suckin like a jockstrap
Put them glocks
to be the first punk motherfucker that shot back
Got that? Didn't Get? You know where you be layin right?
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 cuz the heat-seaker done found the heat
The concrete done found meat
Cuz hittin the ground still hot from steam off
Eyes rolled in his head, coughin up chunks of flesh
Then niggaz'll roll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to
Ain't nuthin left but the memory of what used to be life
Funeral payments, and dried up blood on my
Y'all don't understand, when it's on it's on
You up in the with some shades, cuz your 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? Well take a piece of this
And get your ass out the Hudson by some old man fishin
My is almost complete
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