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 my stomach
Your neighborhood nigga
to make it out this fucked up environment
Where niggaz die trying to a dollar 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 fucked up for most my
Done sold my soul to the
I hope I die in my sleep I know gonna be a 187
Ain't no turning back I'm strapped 2 crome gacks
I see death the corner
My time to go I'm black
Cause I'm a gone off that douja
Aint no crying at my funeral I lived life to the fullest a roller
So I die put me in a pine box
Bury me a g 2 glocks and a fucking bag of rocks
And up clouds for a stranger
Before you take me tell me

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

Is there a heaven for a mothafucking gangsta ass nigga me ( I doubt it)
niggaz like me down south (new orleans) stay bout it
niggaz,
Tru
your head with lead
I ain't scared to die I'll smoke 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 because of my
Full of and robbers, rehabilitated convicts
Rest in to all my fucking dead niggaz that took the stand
Lord forgive me but I I'm going to hell man
I walk the with my converse, khakies and my chrome gack
full of drug money and crack, heroin
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 and sell my d (dopeman)
But I wonder is there a heaven for a gangsta like me

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