Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 4 a Gangsta

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

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Grew up in the ghetto raised by a
Tru across my
Your thug nigga
to make it out this fucked up environment
Where niggaz die trying to make a dollar out of 15
The got me crazy
I daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady with a baby
2pac said is a heaven for a g
But I wonder if there's a resting place for killas and gangstas me
Been fucked up for most my
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 crome
I see death around the
My time to go I'm ready
Cause I'm a soldier off that douja
Aint no crying at my funeral I lived life to the fullest a roller
So when I die put me in a box
me like a g 2 glocks and a fucking bag of rocks
And up clouds for a stranger
you take me lord tell me

Just a young nigga addicted to fast cars fast and fast bitches
Git me blasting til it's the mothafucking nigga
Its gone be hard trying to get to heaven cause my is mostly marred
All I see is 2 levels and 187 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 pumping up on swishies
game every hour
For the gangstas and power
for niggaz that's bout it
Extra for busters and cowards
Cause every nigga on the I know
be living in mansions 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 can't
Even have some bitches crying trying to get into the

Is there a heaven for a mothafucking ass nigga like me ( I doubt it)
Cause niggaz like me down south (new orleans) stay it
niggaz,
Tru
Fill your head lead
I ain't scared to die smoke your ass like douja
is a must so I bust
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
Full of murders and robbers, rehabilitated
Rest in peace to all my fucking dead that took the stand
Lord forgive me but I know I'm going to man
I the streets with my converse, khakies and my chrome gack
Pockets full of drug money and crack,
Will I ever see the man upstairs I know my chances are
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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