Luyện nghe bài hát Onna Gang

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

Just 'cause you got yo ass a gun, it make you a gangsta
Ol' bad ass lil' boy, give you a spankin'
I know some niggas want me dead, I keepin' 'em patient
takin' pictures 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 earth before leavin' a statement
Funk wit' us, yeah just that you beefin' wit' Haitians
We ride around wit' baby K's on a special
Lil' I'm a dog, but a lion at heart
You know that shit gon' 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 but be typin' it hard
And every time I hit a bitch, it be from
When they had me in that cell, I was beefin' time
Nah nigga, I don't rap speakin' my mind
DaBoii for President, I'm freein' the guys
Keep on talkin' out your neck, that shit funny as
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 that bold
I'm just touch a B and I got no patience
If you owe me pay me in full nigga, no
I arguing wit' niggas I be close casin'
Boy I been about my chicken I be
SOB RBE we the most
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 bling, your bitch want my Jimmy Dean
Nigga you don't really beef, you a chili bean
Labels callin', ringy
Rob me? thing
bitch keep claimin' 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 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 got no problems totin' that Deuce Deuce
I'm a young wild nigga a old soul
90's baby, middle to the new school
I'm bad wit' keys, just push the start and it go vroom
He claim he up but in his pockets no boo koo
.40 go bang this 4-5 go boom boom
BIP Tu reminiscin' gone too
Why I'm so up in the head? I wish I knew the answer
Bitch lock that up in that purse 'cause I don't do the cameras
me some 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 in my gang your gang full of jabronies
And I ain't poppin' out a pill, I'ma smoke me some
It's 3 peons in whip, Rolie, Polie, and Olie
a hole up in yo' whip, now you holy and moly
ONNA