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 by a killa
Tru across my
neighborhood thug nigga
Trying to make it out this fucked up
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 lady pregnant a baby
2pac is there 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 sold my soul to the
I hope I die in my sleep I know it's be a 187
Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 gacks
I see around the corner
My to go I'm ready black
Cause I'm a gone off that douja
no crying at my funeral I lived life to the fullest a high roller
So when I die put me in a box
me like a g 2 glocks and a fucking bag of rocks
And open up for a stranger
Before you take me lord me

Just a young nigga addicted to fast cars fast 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 and 187 sell a nigga ? ?
So living and gang banging
You just imaging niggaz be acting bad up there
If they had a heaven for a
Block all days til we get tired, free sex like the sixties
Nigga drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on some
Dice game every
For the gangstas money and
Rewards for niggaz that's it
Extra for busters and cowards
Cause nigga on the block I know
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 mothafucking ass nigga like me ( I doubt it)
Cause niggaz like me south (new orleans) stay bout it
niggaz,
Tru
Fill your head with
I ain't scared to die I'll smoke your ass douja
Retaliation is a 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 and robbers, rehabilitated convicts
in peace to all my fucking dead niggaz 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 my chances are slim
Cause God don't want no standing next to him
So I'm a hustle and my d (dopeman)
But I wonder is there a for a gangsta nigga like me

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