Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz don't it

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

Uh, uh, uh
the torture
The class, toss to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in inner city
Niggaz is definately assed-out, wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, straight
I bust em
Cuz see me killin you don't mean
I'll put you a lifetime of sufferin nigga
Then you'll learn that bridges ain't to be burned
Drug money is rightfully earned, deserved
Some just think, are fit for takes
And Ja's rules make em large, you fatefully 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 immortal of Pac
My niggaz gonna hunt you you drop, believe that
is capable of all that, take your mom for ransom
Give little kids back, the way we do things
Never leave shells, never drop
Roll the game 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 days
And outta done graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, here in Hell we don't play
Cross the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you

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Uh,
I make that get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act like they ain't how it's goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that's kid
Unmask that kid, look at bastard kid
That don't mind having to break or take shit
And motherfucker, if you me you ain't shit
You fuckin
You know I coulda been it to you
Nigga I wasn't even 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 niggaz I grew up with
And I know it's just a matter of time I get shot
Or torture this niggaz little sister and make him watch
Give a nigga a little room, now tryin to house shit
But I bet you get back on mouse shit
When I you in your mouth, bitch
Aaaah, a broken off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes off dick
How you feel, eatin with a straw he has to suck
Fuck me? No fuck you, now I touch you
bitch suckin dick like a jockstrap
Put them glocks
Tryin to be the first punk motherfucker that shot
Got that? Didn't Get? You know you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the 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 late cuz the heat-seaker done found the
The done found your meat
Cuz hittin the ground still hot steam comin off
Eyes back in his head, coughin up chunks 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 don't understand, when it's on on
You up in the with some shades, cuz your eyes is gone
I I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and slid
But you made it happen, that bullshit you did
Now you want peace? Well take a piece of ammunition
And get your ass drug out the Hudson by old man fishin
My mission is complete
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