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 this shit straight gangsta style, Gotti style
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 mouth, straight cheese
I bust em
Cuz see me killin you don't mean
I'll put you a lifetime of sufferin nigga
Then you'll learn bridges 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, at the Crossroads
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 kids back, that's the way we do things
Never leave shells, never drop
Roll with the as it change
to blame, I'ma let this world share my pain
In my demise you can put it on my
"Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen brighter
And outta darkness graduated, may he lay"
And I swear, here in Hell we don't play fair
Cross the line, my nine I'll be bringin you here

Check it out
Check it out, it out
it out y'all
Check it out, it out
it out y'all
Check it out, it out
it out y'all

Uh,
I make that get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act like they ain't knowin how goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that kid
that kid, look at that bastard kid
That don't mind having to shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you ain't me you ain't
You fuckin
You know I coulda been 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 bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up with
And I know it's just a matter of time before I get
Or I'ma torture niggaz little sister and make him watch
Give a a little room, now he's tryin to house shit
But I bet you get back on mouse shit
When I punch you in mouth, bitch
Aaaah, a nigga broken off
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes chockin off
How you feel, eatin with a he has to suck through
Fuck me? No you, now I gotta touch you
Fuckin suckin dick like a jockstrap
Put them back
Tryin to be the first punk motherfucker that back
Got that? Didn't Get? You know where you be layin right?
I'm you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm sayin 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 it's too late cuz the heat-seaker found the heat
The concrete done found your
Cuz hittin the still hot from steam comin off
Eyes back in his head, coughin up chunks of flesh
Then niggaz'll roll with his death, beatin punks to death
Ain't nuthin but the memory of what used to be your life
payments, and dried up blood on my knife
Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, when on it's on
You up in the casket with some shades, cuz your eyes is
I I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and slid
But you made it happen, that bullshit you did
Now you peace? Well take a piece of this ammunition
And get your ass out the Hudson by some old man fishin
My is almost complete
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