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, will do
24 ways to put you in your

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we strapped with mac daddy's, AK's, and guns
turn around around, we gangstas having fun
stupid fuckers trying to play hit with a glock
el dyablo made me do it, slap you my glock
throw ass in the trunk, simon, we counting shots
smoke your homie down the block, bumping room let him
pick up ho, let the trigger take it slow
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 for the bitches with the big o cheeks
she's about "i love him", these hos want my riches
but you aint getting shit, you bitches strip
my whole clicka's in the back, and everyone of us is
we got beer, i'm hard as a pit
i got a dollar for that ass so you shake them tits

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

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

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twenty five aos for murdering fuckers
bangin in my cell, mexicans got the
up in this house, killing one another
fuck it, might as well, i'm a southside
fuck with no ratas, punk ass chavala
"this is for the raza," you ain't got no
this one goes out to all my homies lifetime
for walk-bys, homocides, and all the fuckin
homie i'm a gangsta, killa from the
keep it on the down low, put on the double nine
when left to play, the only way to die, high
won't even hesitate, even let shit slide
so you come 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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