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

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

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Grew up in the ghetto by a killa
TRU across my
your neighborhood nigga
Trying to make it out fucked up environment
Where niggaz die trying to a dollar out of 15 cents
The got me crazy
I smell
But I die tonight 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 killas and gangstas me
Been fucked up for my life
done sold my soul to the
I hope I die in my sleep I know its be a 187
no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I See around the corner
My time to go I'm ready
Cause I'm a soldier off that douja
Aint no crying at my funeral I lived to the fullest a high roller
So I die put me in a pine box
Bury me like a g 2 glocks and a bag of rocks
And open up clouds for a
you take me Lord tell me

Just a young nigga to fast cars fast money and fast bitches
Git me blasting til its 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 gangstafied and gang banging
You know just 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 forties, nigga pumping up on some swishies
Dice every hour
For the gangstas 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 ride would be on some shoes
Is there a heaven for a gangsta I wait
have some bitches crying trying to get into the gate

Is there a heaven for a mothafucking 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 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 of my click
Full of murders and robbers, rehabilitated
Rest in peace to all my fucking niggaz that 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
full of drug money and crack, heroin
Will I ever see the man upstairs I my chances are slim
God don't want no killas standing next to him
So I'm a and sell my D (dopeman)
But I is there a heaven for a gangsta nigga like me

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