Luyện nghe bài hát Onna Gang

Shit, name this shit onna gang nigga
Cuz, nigga, I'm sayin' nigga, that's 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 some niggas want me dead, I been 'em patient
takin' pictures wit' all them hammers, ain't beatin' no cases
Load the clips up wit' gloves, I ain't leavin' no
leave up out this earth before leavin' a statement
Funk wit' us, yeah just know that you wit' Haitians
We ride wit' baby K's on a special occasion
Lil' bitch I'm a dog, but a at heart
You know that shit gon' come to light, you can't in the dark
And you can't get up in this whip, catch you ridin' a
And you don't shit you tweet but be typin' it hard
And every time I hit a bitch, it be behind
When they had me in that cell, I was beefin' 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 funny as
I'm finna pull up on your and bust me a nut
I'm not familiar wit' no or no home trainin'
You the best liar of the year all that bold facin'
I'm tryna touch a B and I got no patience
If you owe me pay me in nigga, no payments
I ain't wit' niggas I be close casin'
Boy I about my chicken I be Bojangin'
SOB RBE we the hated
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 bling, your bitch want my Jimmy Dean
Nigga you don't want beef, you a chili bean
callin', ringy ring
Rob me? Silly
Lyin' bitch keep claimin' I'm her lover, must be Jean
And 200 on this dash, Valet I'm parkin' at
still a mystery, can't 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 bitch
Her She archin' that
I keep that 4-0
And you ain't got no problems totin' Deuce Deuce
I'm a wild nigga wit' a old soul
90's baby, middle fingers to the new
I'm bad wit' keys, just push the and it go vroom vroom
He claim he up but in his pockets no boo koo
This .40 go bang 4-5 go boom boom
BIP Tu gone too soon
Why I'm so fucked up in the head? I I knew the answer
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 up in that Sprite I'ma go wit' the Fanta
I got demons in my gang your gang full 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 up in yo' whip, now you holy and moly
GANG