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 raised by a killa
Tru across my
neighborhood thug nigga
Trying to make it out this up environment
Where niggaz die trying to make a out of 15 cents
The ghetto got me
I smell
But I can't die tonight my old pregnant with a baby
2pac said is there a for a g
But I wonder if there's a resting place for killas and like me
Been up for most my life
Done sold my soul to the
I hope I die in my sleep I it's gonna be a 187
Ain't no turning I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I see death around the
My to go I'm ready black
Cause I'm a soldier gone off that
Aint no crying at my funeral I 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 bag of rocks
And up clouds for a stranger
Before you me lord tell 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 cause my life is mostly marred
All I see is 2 levels and 187 a nigga ? ?
So living and gang banging
You just imaging niggaz be acting bad up there
If they had a for a gangsta
Block parties all days til we get tired, free sex the sixties
drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on some swishies
Dice game every
For the gangstas money and
Rewards for niggaz that's it
Extra time for and cowards
Cause nigga on the block I know
Will be living in mansions and riding old
If I was born to be the fucking
Everythin I ride would be on gold shoes
Is a heaven for a gangsta I can't wait
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 like me down south (new orleans) bout it
niggaz,
Tru
Fill head with lead
I ain't to die I'll 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 because of my
of murders and robbers, rehabilitated convicts
Rest in peace to all my fucking dead niggaz took the stand
Lord forgive me but I know I'm to hell man
I walk the streets with my converse, khakies and my chrome
Pockets of drug 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 is there a heaven for a gangsta nigga like me

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