Luyện nghe bài hát I Need A Cuete

that's

gangsta

gangsta

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In These times, of hate and
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 look around, we gangstas fun
stupid mother fuckers trying to hit with a glock
el dyablo made me do it, you with my glock
throw your ass in the trunk, simon, we counting
smoke your down the block, bumping room let him rock
pick up another ho, let the take it slow
ima take the I-5 southside to
no witnesses to the crime, no evidence, we don't
cuz they never found the bodies that we stack in your
now we lookin for the with the big o cheeks
she's talkin "i love him", these hos want my riches
but you getting shit, you bitches better strip
my whole clicka's in the back, and of us is strapped
we got extra beer, i'm as a pit
i got a dollar for ass so you better shake them tits

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throw barrio in the sky
it to the left, wave it to the right
i don't give a
i got my two nines, they give a fuck
said "who's to ride? who's down to bust?"

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now who the fuck mess with this?
get blessed with
nine mm mack 10 with a loaded clip
strolling down the street, on my two
for those putos who shot my homie strip
i know where you kick it at, i where you live
what goes around, around, payback's a bitch
thats how we do it, fuck my
fled the murder scene with my 17
a mi me vale madre, southsi es mi
saco el pinche cuete que te mata como
me de repente, se pasan de bolada
somos notorious, marijuana
i don't know why you bitches
i got my two nines handing out
almost got sparked, as your imagination
i don't know why, southside is the

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

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