Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Gangsta

Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you
Keep that green in the vault -- we some gangsters
White tees on the block, on the drop
And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some nigga

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My lifestyle gangster, I'm the gutter, the bottom nigga
I learned the but it wasn't from Godfather

Pop'll slide up beside ya nigga, take ya block
My neighborhood like I'm Mr. Rogers,

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Nigga here to "Lean Back," but you know I'm not nigga
I give you work, better pay me what you owe me

Befo' a nigga expose the
And you mobbin it like you gone off of 'dro and liquor

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I'm a bonafide hustler, certified
Wile E. Coyote keep one up in the

To bang your frame up, hot rearranger
My pointin at niggaz like Mystikal, "DANGER!"
And momma told me not to to strangers
So I let the speak out and bark to strangers
I got Doublemint heat, how I pack two thangs
And red hot, now let the Black Sopranos knot

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It ain't to tell, you know I get cake
The sound in my six-fo' sound like I kidnapped a earthquake
The Jakes me off the road
Cause I got enough to land me in jail without parole
Don't fold under pressure, I even do my own dirt
I got connects the mob out in Russia
I'll rush ya, the 8, fuck bein grimy
I'm too cute to get a on my face
I spend like a fashionable dude
Catch me, G'd up, in a P. Miller khaki
It's No how I'm movin these pies
The Chuck Taylor patent leather, a pic of Eazy-E on the side
I'ma ride, fuck tuckin my and the chain
Got a cross, that's than a Harvard student
I'm improvin, better
Took off the chinchilla I'm in mink like a guerilla

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Okay, the definition of a GANGSTER, closed
Guns out, clip loaded, aim lock bang ya
Never shit to a stranger
Undercovers in for arrangers, watch for the danger
Watch for haters they filled with anger
They try to steal your shine if can't steal your paper
Niggaz mad cause the kid doin it
I'm gunnin for the top, gun with the laser

They call me Rug', yeah that's my name
I do for P. Miller, No Limit the game
You on the block, it's the Soldiers mayne
Black Sopranos leave you in the car of your dreams
And my location, I'm in the breeze
on that good, no stems no seeds
I lay low with the baddest
I got a record but the hood still breakin me off