Luyện nghe bài hát Onna Gang

Shit, I'ma name this shit onna gang
Cuz, nigga, I'm sayin' 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 you a spankin'
I know some niggas want me dead, I been 'em patient
Keep takin' pictures wit' all them hammers, ain't no cases
the clips up wit' gloves, I ain't leavin' no traces
I'll leave up out this earth before leavin' a
Funk wit' us, just know that you beefin' wit' Haitians
We around wit' baby K's on a special occasion
Lil' bitch I'm a dog, but a at heart
You know that shit come to light, you can't hide in the dark
And you get up in this whip, catch you ridin' a bart
And you don't 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
DaBoii for President, bitch I'm 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 or no home trainin'
You the best liar of the year wit' all bold facin'
I'm just 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 hated
Keep prayin' on our downfall, you gon' it
no C's in this P nigga no banking
Disrespectful boy, you's a No, David
Mouth on blingy bling, your bitch want my Dean
you don't really want beef, you a chili bean
Labels callin', ring
Rob me? thing
Lyin' bitch keep claimin' I'm her lover, must be Jean
And 200 on this dash, Valet I'm parkin' at
It's still a mystery, can't remember my heart was at
Where my target at? G-lock me and I'm sparkin' that
You behind my back, I take your bitch
Her She archin' that
I keep that 4-0
And you ain't got no totin' that Deuce Deuce
I'm a young wild nigga a old soul
90's baby, middle fingers to the new
I'm bad wit' keys, just push the start and it go vroom
He he up but in his pockets ain't no boo koo
This .40 go this 4-5 go boom boom
BIP Tu reminiscin' too soon
Why I'm so fucked up in the head? I wish I the answer
Bitch lock that phone up in that purse 'cause I don't do the
Hand me some hundreds, ain't blue then I'm throwin' a tantrum
If I can't pour up in that Sprite I'ma go wit' the
I got some demons in my gang your gang of jabronies
And I ain't poppin' out a pill, I'ma smoke me dodi
It's 3 in your whip, Rolie, Polie, and Olie
Leave a hole up in yo' whip, now you and moly
ONNA