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 nigga
Trying to it out this fucked up environment
Where 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
said is there a heaven for a g
But I wonder if there's a resting for killas and gangstas like me
Been fucked up for most my
Done sold my to the devil
I I die in my sleep I know it's gonna be a 187
no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I see death around the
My to go I'm ready black
Cause I'm a gone off that douja
Aint no at my funeral I lived life to the fullest a high roller
So I die put me in a pine box
Bury me like a g 2 and a fucking 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 blasting til it's the mothafucking nigga
Its gone be hard trying to get to heaven cause my life is mostly
All I see is 2 and 187 sell a nigga ? ?
So living and gang banging
You know just imaging niggaz be acting bad up
If they had a heaven for a
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 money and power
for niggaz that's bout 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 bitches crying trying to get into the gate

Is there a heaven for a mothafucking gangsta ass like me ( I doubt it)
Cause niggaz me down south (new orleans) stay bout it
niggaz,
Tru
Fill your head with
I ain't scared to die I'll smoke your ass like
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 and robbers, rehabilitated convicts
Rest in peace to all my fucking dead niggaz that took the
forgive me but I know I'm going to hell man
I walk the streets my converse, khakies and my chrome gack
Pockets full of money and crack, heroin
Will I see the man upstairs I know my chances are slim
Cause God don't want no killas standing to him
So I'm a hustle and my d (dopeman)
But I wonder is there a for a gangsta nigga like me

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