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 make it out this fucked up
Where niggaz die to make a dollar out of 15 cents
The got me crazy
I daisies
But I die tonight my old lady pregnant with a baby
2pac said is there a for a g
But I wonder if there's a resting for killas and gangstas like me
Been fucked up for 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 turning I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I see around the corner
My to go I'm ready black
I'm a soldier gone off that douja
Aint no crying at my funeral I lived life to the fullest a high
So I die put me in a pine box
me like a g 2 glocks and a fucking bag of rocks
And open up for a stranger
Before you take me tell me

Just a young nigga addicted to fast cars money and fast bitches
Git me til it's the mothafucking last nigga
Its gone be hard trying to get to heaven cause my life is marred
All I see is 2 and 187 sell a nigga ? ?
So living gangstafied and gang
You know imaging niggaz be acting bad up there
If they had a for a gangsta
Block parties all til we get tired, free sex like the sixties
Nigga drinking up on some forties, pumping up on some swishies
Dice every hour
For the money and power
Rewards for niggaz that's it
Extra time for and cowards
Cause every nigga on the I know
Will be living in and riding old school
If I was born to be the fucking
Everythin I would be on some gold shoes
Is there a heaven for a gangsta I wait
Even have some crying trying to get into the gate

Is there a heaven for a mothafucking ass nigga like me ( I doubt it)
Cause niggaz like me down (new orleans) stay bout it
niggaz,
Tru
Fill your with lead
I ain't scared to die I'll smoke ass like douja
is a must 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 because of my
Full of murders and robbers, rehabilitated
Rest in peace to all my fucking dead niggaz that 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 money and crack, heroin
Will I ever see the man I know my chances are slim
Cause God don't want no killas 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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