Luyện nghe bài hát Onna Gang

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

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 niggas want me dead, I been keepin' 'em patient
takin' pictures wit' all them hammers, ain't beatin' no cases
Load the clips up gloves, I ain't leavin' no traces
I'll leave up out this earth leavin' a statement
Funk wit' us, yeah just know that you beefin' 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 whip, catch you ridin' a bart
And you mean shit you tweet but be typin' it hard
And time I hit a bitch, it be from behind
When they had me in that cell, I was wit' time
Nah nigga, I don't rap just my mind
for President, bitch I'm freein' the guys
Keep on talkin' out your neck, that shit as fuck
I'm pull up on your sister and bust me a nut
I'm not familiar wit' no manners or no home
You the best liar of the wit' all that bold facin'
I'm just tryna touch a B and I got no
If you owe me pay me in nigga, no payments
I ain't arguing wit' I be close casin'
Boy I been about my chicken I be
SOB RBE we the hated
prayin' on our downfall, you gon' hate it
Ain't no C's in this P no banking
Disrespectful boy, you's a No, David
Mouth on blingy bling, your bitch want my Jimmy
Nigga you don't really want beef, you a bean
callin', ringy ring
Rob me? Silly
Lyin' keep claimin' I'm her lover, must be Billy Jean
And it's 200 on dash, Valet I'm parkin' at
It's a mystery, can't remember where my heart was at
Where my target at? wit' me and I'm sparkin' that
You talk behind my back, I your bitch
Her She archin' that
I keep that 4-0
And you got no problems totin' that Deuce Deuce
I'm a young nigga wit' a old soul
90's baby, fingers to the new school
I'm bad wit' keys, push the start and it go vroom vroom
He claim he up but in his ain't no boo koo
This .40 go bang this 4-5 go boom
BIP Tu gone too soon
Why I'm so fucked up in the head? I wish I knew the
Bitch lock that phone up in that '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 I'ma go wit' the Fanta
I got some demons in my gang your gang full of
And I ain't poppin' out a pill, I'ma smoke me dodi
It's 3 in your whip, Rolie, Polie, and Olie
a hole up in yo' whip, now you holy and moly
ONNA