Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 4 a Gangsta

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

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Grew up in the ghetto raised by a
Tru across my
neighborhood thug nigga
Trying to make it out this up environment
Where niggaz die trying to a dollar out of 15 cents
The ghetto got me
I smell
But I can't die tonight my old lady with a baby
2pac is there a heaven for a g
But I wonder if there's a place for killas and gangstas like me
Been fucked up for my life
Done sold my soul to the
I hope I die in my sleep I it's gonna be a 187
Ain't no turning I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I see death the corner
My time to go I'm ready
Cause I'm a soldier off that douja
Aint no crying at my funeral I life to the fullest a high roller
So I die put me in a pine box
Bury me a g 2 glocks and a fucking bag of rocks
And up clouds for a stranger
Before you take me lord me

Just a young nigga 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 heaven my life is mostly marred
All I see is 2 levels and 187 a nigga ? ?
So gangstafied and gang banging
You know just imaging niggaz be acting bad up
If they had a for a gangsta
Block all days til we get tired, free sex like the sixties
Nigga drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on swishies
Dice game every
For the gangstas money and
Rewards for niggaz that's it
Extra time for busters and
Cause nigga 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 gold
Is there a heaven for a gangsta I can't
Even have some bitches crying trying to get into the

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

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