Luyện nghe bài hát Onna Gang

Shit, I'ma name shit onna gang nigga
Cuz, nigga, everything I'm sayin' nigga, that's on gang

Just 'cause you got yo ass a gun, it make you a gangsta
Ol' bad ass lil' boy, I'll you a spankin'
I some niggas want me dead, I been keepin' 'em patient
Keep pictures wit' all them hammers, ain't beatin' no cases
Load the clips up wit' gloves, I leavin' no traces
leave up out this earth before leavin' a statement
Funk wit' us, yeah just that you beefin' wit' Haitians
We ride wit' baby K's on a special occasion
Lil' I'm a dog, but a lion at heart
You that shit gon' come to light, you can't hide in the dark
And you can't get up in this whip, catch you ridin' a
And you don't mean shit you tweet but be it hard
And every time I hit a bitch, it be behind
When had me in that cell, I was beefin' wit' time
Nah nigga, I don't rap just speakin' my
DaBoii for President, bitch I'm the guys
Keep on out your neck, that shit funny as fuck
I'm finna pull up on your and bust me a nut
I'm not wit' no manners or no home trainin'
You the best liar of the wit' all that bold facin'
I'm tryna touch a B and I got no patience
If you owe me pay me in nigga, no payments
I ain't arguing niggas I be close casin'
Boy I been about my chicken I be
SOB RBE we the most
prayin' on our downfall, you gon' hate it
Ain't no C's in this P nigga no
Disrespectful lil' boy, a No, David
on blingy bling, your bitch want my Jimmy Dean
Nigga you don't really beef, you a chili bean
Labels callin', ring
Rob me? thing
Lyin' bitch claimin' I'm her lover, must be Billy Jean
And it's 200 on this dash, Valet I'm at
still a mystery, can't remember where my heart was at
Where my at? G-lock wit' me and I'm sparkin' that
You talk behind my back, I take your
Her She archin' that
I keep that 4-0
And you ain't got no problems totin' that Deuce
I'm a young wild nigga a old soul
90's baby, middle to the new school
I'm bad wit' keys, push the start and it go vroom vroom
He he up but in his pockets ain't no boo koo
This .40 go bang 4-5 go boom boom
BIP Tu reminiscin' gone too
Why I'm so fucked up in the head? I wish I knew the
Bitch lock that phone up in that purse 'cause I don't do the
Hand me some hundreds, that blue then I'm throwin' a tantrum
If I can't pour up in that Sprite I'ma go wit' the
I got some in my gang your gang full of jabronies
And I ain't poppin' out a pill, I'ma smoke me some
3 peons in your whip, Rolie, Polie, and Olie
Leave a up in yo' whip, now you holy and moly
ONNA