Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 4 a Gangsta

Is there a heaven for a gangsta gangsta ughh 2x
Is there a heaven for a

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Grew up in the ghetto by a killa
Tru across my
Your thug nigga
Trying to make it out fucked up environment
niggaz die trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
The got me crazy
I daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady with a baby
said is there a heaven for a g
But I wonder if there's a resting place for killas and gangstas me
Been fucked up for most my
Done my soul to the devil
I hope I die in my sleep I it's gonna be a 187
no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I see around the corner
My time to go I'm black
Cause I'm a soldier gone off that
Aint no crying at my funeral I lived life to the fullest a high
So I die put me in a pine box
me like a g 2 glocks and a fucking bag of rocks
And up clouds for a stranger
Before you me lord tell me

Just a nigga addicted to fast cars fast money and fast bitches
Git me til it's the mothafucking last nigga
Its gone be hard trying to get to cause my life is mostly marred
All I see is 2 levels and 187 a nigga ? ?
So living gangstafied and gang
You know just niggaz be acting bad up there
If had a heaven for a gangsta
Block parties all til we get tired, free sex like the sixties
Nigga drinking up on some forties, nigga up on some swishies
Dice every hour
For the gangstas money and
Rewards for that's bout it
Extra time for and cowards
Cause every on the block I know
Will be living in mansions and riding old
If I was born to be the president
Everythin I ride would be on some shoes
Is a heaven for a gangsta I can't wait
Even some bitches crying trying to get into the gate

Is a heaven for a mothafucking gangsta ass nigga like me ( I doubt it)
Cause niggaz like me down south (new orleans) bout it
niggaz,
Tru
Fill your head with
I ain't scared to die I'll your ass like douja
is a must so I bust
Your ass be on the run I keep bullets up in my fucking gun
ask me why am I so sick,
Its of my click
Full of murders and robbers, convicts
Rest in to all my fucking dead niggaz that took the stand
Lord forgive me but I I'm going to hell man
I the streets with my converse, khakies and my chrome gack
Pockets full of drug and crack, heroin
Will I ever see the man upstairs I know my chances are
God don't want no killas standing next to him
So I'm a hustle and my d (dopeman)
But I is there a heaven for a gangsta nigga like me

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