Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Gangsta

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It ain't hard to tell, you I get cake
The sound system in my six-fo' like I kidnapped a earthquake
The want me off the road
Cause I got enough bricks to land me in jail without
fold under pressure, I don't even do my own dirt
I got with the mob out in Russia
I'll rush ya, the 8, fuck bein grimy
I'm too cute to get a scar on my
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, with a pic of on the side
I'ma ride, fuck tuckin my and the chain
Got a cross, that's brighter than a student
I'm improvin, better
Took off the chinchilla I'm in like a smooth guerilla

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Okay, the definition of a GANGSTER, mouth
Guns out, clip loaded, aim lock shots ya
Never serve shit to a
Undercovers comin in for arrangers, watch for the
Watch for haters they filled with anger
They try to steal your if they can't steal your paper
Niggaz mad the kid doin it major
I'm gunnin for the top, gun cocked with the

They call me young Rug', yeah that's my
I do work for P. Miller, No Limit the
You C-Murder on the block, the Soldiers mayne
Black leave you slumped in the car of your dreams
And my location, I'm in the breeze
Smokin on good, no stems no seeds
I lay low the baddest brawl
I got a record but the hood still breakin me off