Luyện nghe bài hát Onna Gang

Shit, I'ma name this 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, I'll give you a
I know niggas want me dead, I been keepin' 'em patient
Keep takin' pictures wit' all them hammers, beatin' no cases
the clips up wit' gloves, I ain't leavin' no traces
I'll up out this earth before leavin' a statement
Funk wit' us, yeah just know that you beefin' Haitians
We ride around wit' K's on a special occasion
Lil' I'm a dog, but a lion at heart
You know shit 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 it hard
And time I hit a bitch, it be from behind
When they had me in cell, I was beefin' wit' time
Nah nigga, I don't rap speakin' my mind
DaBoii for President, bitch I'm the guys
Keep on talkin' out your neck, that funny as fuck
I'm finna pull up on your sister and me a nut
I'm not familiar no manners or no home trainin'
You the best liar of the year wit' all that facin'
I'm tryna touch a B and I got no patience
If you owe me pay me in full nigga, no
I ain't arguing wit' niggas I be casin'
Boy I been my chicken I be Bojangin'
SOB RBE we the most
Keep on our downfall, you gon' hate it
Ain't no C's in this P no banking
lil' boy, you's a No, David
Mouth on blingy bling, your bitch want my Dean
Nigga you don't really want beef, you a chili
callin', ringy ring
Rob me? thing
Lyin' bitch keep claimin' I'm her lover, must be Billy
And it's 200 on this dash, Valet I'm at
It's still a mystery, 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 wit' a old
baby, middle fingers to the new school
I'm bad wit' keys, just the start and it go vroom vroom
He claim he up but in his pockets no boo koo
This .40 go this 4-5 go boom boom
BIP Tu gone too soon
Why I'm so fucked up in the I wish I knew the answer
Bitch lock phone up in that purse 'cause I don't do the cameras
Hand me some hundreds, that blue then I'm throwin' a tantrum
If I can't pour up in that Sprite I'ma go the Fanta
I got demons 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
a hole up in yo' whip, now you holy and moly
ONNA