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 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 got me crazy
I daisies
But I can't die tonight my old pregnant 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
fucked up for most my life
Done my soul to the devil
I hope I die in my sleep I know gonna be a 187
Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 gacks
I see around the corner
My time to go I'm black
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 like a g 2 glocks and a fucking bag of
And open up clouds for a
Before you take me lord me

Just a young nigga addicted to fast cars fast and fast bitches
Git me blasting til it's the last nigga
Its gone be hard trying to get to heaven my life is mostly marred
All I see is 2 and 187 sell a nigga ? ?
So living gangstafied and banging
You know just imaging be acting bad up there
If they had a for a gangsta
parties all days til we get tired, free sex like the sixties
Nigga drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on some
Dice game hour
For the gangstas money and
Rewards for niggaz that's it
Extra time for busters and
every nigga on the block I know
Will be in mansions and riding 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 wait
Even have some bitches trying to get into the gate

Is there a heaven for a mothafucking gangsta ass nigga me ( I doubt it)
Cause niggaz like me down south (new orleans) bout it
niggaz,
Tru
Fill your head with
I ain't to die I'll smoke your ass like douja
Retaliation is a so I bust
ass be on the run I can't 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 niggaz that took the stand
Lord forgive me but I I'm going to hell man
I walk the streets with my converse, khakies and my chrome
Pockets full of drug money and crack,
Will I ever see the man I know my chances are slim
Cause God don't want no standing next to him
So I'm a hustle and my d (dopeman)
But I wonder is there a heaven for a gangsta like me

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