Luyện nghe bài hát Onna Gang

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

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