Luyện nghe bài hát I Need A Cuete

that's

gangsta

gangsta

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In These times, of and pain
i a cuete, to get me through the day
a .24, do okay
24 to put you in your grave

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we strapped mac daddy's, AK's, and hand guns
around look around, we gangstas having fun
stupid mother trying to play hit with a glock
el dyablo made me do it, you with my glock
throw your ass in the trunk, simon, we shots
smoke homie down the block, bumping room let him rock
pick up another ho, let the trigger take it
ima the I-5 southside to mexico
no witnesses to the crime, no evidence, we trip
cuz they never found the bodies that we in your woods
now we lookin for the bitches with the big o
she's talkin about "i love him", hos want my riches
but you aint getting shit, you better strip
my whole in the back, and everyone of us is strapped
we got extra beer, i'm as a pit
i got a dollar for that ass so you better them tits

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throw your in the sky
wave it to the left, it to the right
i give a fuck
i got my two nines, they give a fuck
said "who's down to who's down to bust?"

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now who the fuck mess with this?
get with this
nine mm mack 10 a fully loaded clip
down the street, on my two feet
looking for those who shot my homie strip
i know where you kick it at, i know where you
what goes around, comes around, a bitch
thats how we do it, fuck my
fled the murder with my glock 17
a mi me vale madre, es mi vida
saco el pinche cuete que te como SIDA
me de repente, se pasan de bolada
notorious, fumando marijuana
i don't know why you trippin
i got my two nines out stitches
got sparked, as your imagination wishes
i don't know why, southside is the

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twenty five aos for mother fuckers
bangin in my cell, mexicans got the
locked up in this house, one another
it, might as well, i'm a southside rider
can't with no ratas, punk ass chavala
"this is for the raza," you got no palabra
this one out to all my homies doing lifetime
for walk-bys, homocides, and all the fuckin
homie i'm a gangsta, killa the southside
keep it on the low, put that on the double nine
when you're left to play, the only way to die,
even hesitate, don't even let shit slide
so when you around, at the wrong place, at the wrong time
you get blasted, take your ass down, with the in the casket
with no time to sign it, what, damn you got
the hell?

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