Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 4 A Gangsta (TRU Remix)

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

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Grew up in the raised by a killa
TRU my stomach
your neighborhood thug
Trying to make it out fucked up environment
Where niggaz die to make a dollar out of 15 cents
The ghetto got me
I daisies
But I can't die my old lady pregnant with a baby
2Pac said is a heaven for a g
But I wonder if there's a resting for killas and gangstas like me
Been up for most my life
done sold my to the devil
I hope I die in my sleep I its gonna be a 187
Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 gacks
I See around the corner
My time to go I'm black
Cause I'm a soldier 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 like a g 2 and a fucking bag of rocks
And up clouds for a stranger
Before you take me Lord me

Just a young nigga addicted to fast cars money and fast bitches
Git me blasting til its the last nigga
Its gone be hard trying to get to heaven cause my is mostly marred
All I see is 2 levels and 187 sell a ??
So gangstafied and gang banging
You know just imaging niggaz be acting bad up
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, pumping up on some swishies
Dice game hour
For the money and power
for niggaz that's bout it
Extra time for busters and
every nigga on the block I know
will be in mansions and riding old school
If I was to be the fucking president
everythin I ride would be on some gold
Is there a heaven for a I can't wait
Even some bitches crying trying to get into the gate

Is there a heaven for a gangsta 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 I'll smoke your ass douja
Retaliation is a must so I
Your ass be on the run I can't bullets up in my fucking gun
ask me why am I so sick,
its of my click
Full of murders and robbers, convicts
Rest in peace to all my fucking dead niggaz took the stand
Lord forgive me but I know I'm going to man
I walk the with my converse, khakies and my chrome gack
Pockets full of money and crack, heroin
Will I ever see the man I know my chances are slim
Cause God don't no killas standing next to him
So I'm a and sell my D (dopeman)
But I wonder is a heaven for a gangsta nigga like me

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