Luyện nghe bài hát Onna Gang

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

Just you got yo ass a gun, it don't make you a gangsta
Ol' bad ass lil' boy, give you a spankin'
I know some niggas me dead, I been keepin' 'em patient
Keep takin' wit' all them hammers, ain't beatin' no cases
Load the up wit' gloves, I ain't leavin' no traces
I'll leave up out this earth leavin' a statement
Funk wit' us, yeah know that you beefin' wit' Haitians
We ride around wit' baby K's on a occasion
Lil' bitch I'm a dog, but a lion at
You know that shit gon' 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 but be typin' it hard
And time I hit a bitch, it be from 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 talkin' out your neck, that funny as fuck
I'm pull up on your sister and bust me a nut
I'm not wit' no manners or no home trainin'
You the liar of the year wit' all that bold facin'
I'm just tryna a B and I got no patience
If you owe me pay me in nigga, no payments
I ain't arguing wit' niggas I be close
Boy I been about my I be Bojangin'
SOB RBE we the hated
Keep prayin' on our downfall, you gon' it
Ain't no C's in this P no banking
lil' boy, you's a No, David
Mouth on bling, your bitch want my Jimmy Dean
Nigga you really want beef, you a chili bean
callin', ringy ring
Rob me? thing
Lyin' bitch keep I'm her lover, must be Billy Jean
And it's 200 on this dash, Valet I'm at
It's still a mystery, can't remember where my was at
my target at? G-lock wit' me and I'm sparkin' that
You talk behind my back, I take bitch
Her back? She archin'
I that mufuckin' 4-0
And you ain't got no problems totin' that Deuce
I'm a young wild wit' 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 I wish I knew the answer
Bitch lock that phone up in purse 'cause I don't do the cameras
Hand me hundreds, that ain't blue then I'm throwin' a tantrum
If I can't pour up in that Sprite go wit' the Fanta
I got demons in my gang your gang full of jabronies
And I ain't out a pill, I'ma smoke me some dodi
It's 3 in your whip, Rolie, Polie, and Olie
Leave a hole up in yo' whip, now you and moly
GANG