Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 4 a Gangsta

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Is a heaven for a gangsta

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Grew up in the raised by a killa
Tru across my
Your neighborhood thug
Trying to make it out this up environment
Where niggaz die to make a dollar out of 15 cents
The ghetto got me
I smell
But I can't die tonight my old pregnant with a baby
2pac said is there a for a g
But I if there's a resting place for killas and gangstas like me
fucked up for most my life
Done sold my to the devil
I hope I die in my sleep I know gonna be a 187
Ain't no back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I see death around the
My time to go I'm ready
I'm a soldier gone off that douja
Aint no crying at my funeral I life to the fullest a high roller
So when I die put me in a box
Bury me like a g 2 glocks and a bag of rocks
And open up for a stranger
Before you take me lord me

Just a young nigga addicted to cars fast money and fast bitches
Git me til it's the mothafucking last nigga
Its be hard trying to get to heaven cause my life is mostly marred
All I see is 2 levels and 187 a nigga ? ?
So living gangstafied and banging
You know imaging niggaz be acting bad up there
If they had a for a gangsta
Block parties all days til we get tired, free sex like the
Nigga drinking up on some forties, pumping up on some swishies
game every hour
For the money and power
Rewards for niggaz that's it
time for busters and cowards
Cause every nigga on the block I
Will be living in mansions and old school
If I was to be the fucking president
Everythin I would be on some gold shoes
Is there a for a gangsta I can't wait
have some bitches crying trying to get into the gate

Is there a for a mothafucking gangsta ass nigga like me ( I doubt it)
Cause like me down south (new orleans) stay bout it
niggaz,
Tru
Fill head with lead
I ain't to die I'll smoke your ass like douja
Retaliation is a must so I
ass be on the run I can't keep bullets up in my fucking gun
ask me why am I so sick,
Its because of my
of murders and robbers, rehabilitated convicts
Rest in peace to all my fucking dead niggaz took the stand
Lord forgive me but I know I'm going to man
I walk the with my converse, khakies and my chrome gack
Pockets of drug money and crack, heroin
Will I ever see the man upstairs I know my are slim
Cause God want no killas standing next to him
So I'm a and sell my d (dopeman)
But I wonder is a heaven for a gangsta nigga like me

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