Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 4 a Gangsta

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Is there a for a gangsta

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Grew up in the ghetto raised by a
Tru my stomach
Your neighborhood thug
Trying to make it out this up environment
Where niggaz die trying to make a out of 15 cents
The got me crazy
I smell
But I can't die my old lady pregnant with a baby
2pac is there a heaven for a g
But I wonder if there's a resting place for and gangstas like me
Been fucked up for my life
sold my soul to the devil
I hope I die in my sleep I know it's 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 black
I'm a soldier gone off that douja
Aint no crying at my funeral I lived life to the fullest a high
So when I die put me in a box
Bury me like a g 2 glocks and a fucking bag of
And open up clouds for a
Before you me lord tell me

Just a nigga addicted to fast cars fast money and fast bitches
Git me til it's the mothafucking last nigga
Its be hard trying to get to heaven cause my life is mostly marred
All I see is 2 levels and 187 a nigga ? ?
So gangstafied and gang banging
You know imaging niggaz be acting bad up there
If had a heaven for a gangsta
parties all days 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 money and
for niggaz that's bout it
Extra time for and cowards
Cause every nigga on the block I
Will be living in mansions and riding old
If I was to be the fucking president
Everythin I would be on some gold shoes
Is there a heaven for a I can't wait
Even have some bitches trying to get into the gate

Is there a heaven for a gangsta ass nigga like me ( I doubt it)
Cause niggaz me down south (new orleans) stay bout it
niggaz,
Tru
Fill your head 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 keep up in my fucking gun
ask me why am I so sick,
Its of my click
Full of murders and robbers, rehabilitated
Rest in peace to all my dead niggaz that took the stand
forgive me but I know I'm going to hell man
I the streets with my converse, khakies and my chrome gack
Pockets full of drug and crack, heroin
Will I ever see the man I know my chances are slim
Cause God don't want no killas standing 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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