Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 4 a Gangsta

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Is there a heaven for a

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Grew up in the raised by a killa
Tru across my
Your thug nigga
Trying to make it out this up environment
niggaz die trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
The got me crazy
I smell
But I can't die my old lady pregnant with a baby
2pac said is there a for a g
But I wonder if a resting place for killas and gangstas like me
Been fucked up for most my
Done sold my soul to the
I hope I die in my I know it's gonna be a 187
Ain't no back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I see death the corner
My time to go I'm black
Cause I'm a soldier gone off that
no crying at my funeral I lived 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 fucking bag of
And up clouds for a stranger
Before you take me tell me

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

Is there a heaven for a gangsta ass nigga like me ( I doubt it)
niggaz like me down south (new orleans) stay bout it
niggaz,
Tru
Fill head with lead
I scared to die I'll smoke your ass like douja
Retaliation is a 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
of murders and robbers, rehabilitated convicts
Rest in peace to all my fucking dead that took the stand
Lord me but I know I'm going to hell man
I walk the streets with my converse, and my chrome gack
Pockets full of drug money and crack,
Will I ever see the man upstairs I know my chances are
Cause God don't want no 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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