Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 4 a Gangsta

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

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Grew up in the ghetto raised by a
Tru my stomach
Your thug nigga
Trying to it out this fucked 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 lady pregnant a baby
2pac is there a heaven for a g
But I wonder if there's a resting place for killas and gangstas me
Been up for most my life
Done sold my soul to the
I I die in my sleep I know it's gonna be a 187
Ain't no back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I see death around the
My to go I'm ready black
Cause I'm a soldier off that douja
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 open up for a stranger
Before you take me lord me

Just a young nigga addicted to fast cars fast money and fast
Git me blasting til it's the last nigga
Its gone be hard to get to heaven cause my life is mostly marred
All I see is 2 levels and 187 sell a ? ?
So living gangstafied and gang
You know just niggaz be acting bad up there
If had a heaven for a gangsta
Block all days til we get tired, free sex like the sixties
drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on some swishies
Dice game hour
For the gangstas money and
Rewards for that's bout it
Extra time for and cowards
Cause 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 gold
Is a heaven for a gangsta I can't wait
Even have some bitches crying to get into the gate

Is a heaven for a mothafucking gangsta ass nigga like me ( I doubt it)
Cause niggaz like me down (new orleans) stay bout it
niggaz,
Tru
your head with lead
I scared to die I'll smoke your ass like douja
Retaliation is a must so I
Your ass be on the run I can't keep bullets up in my gun
ask me why am I so sick,
Its of my click
of murders 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 with my converse, khakies and my chrome gack
full of drug money and crack, heroin
Will I see the man upstairs I know my chances are slim
Cause God want no killas standing next 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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