Luyện nghe bài hát She Gansta

(*humming*)

Now she's mo-ving the club, in her gangsta strut
Her weapon's loaded up, and now she's to bust ow-ow
So gangsta, the way she
You found a thug, I'm down you
Instead of filling him up with lead, with gun to the head
She's at the bar she's getting him drunk, and he shots to the head
Now laying stiff off in the bed, but no he's not really dead
See that punk drunk and he passed out, while she out with his bread
You bum a clot see you forgot, nigga you dumb you not
Suppose to go buy a mall for a hoe, she wanna shop
See ya not suppose to buy a car lot, she want a drop
Maybe not go buy a mountain, just cause hoe wanted a rock
better stick to the G-code, speaking to hoes with my teeth froze
I peep hoes like a peephole, cause I'm I sneak hoes
Like a thief out of the clothes, and they don't even it
One minute she's telling her friend I'm cute, until poof naked
Yes the thick hips and the big tits, and her lipstick and her cleavage
And her weave is weaponry, and security see this
She is dressed to kill, you blind if you think she a
Visual Soprano can't her, cause she's gangsta

(*humming*)

She cocks it back and pull and shoot, cause she can see I'm pulling
Off the top of the new drop, but she I'm bulletproof
My chest is a permanent vest, I I'm not who you thought
No how fine or smart, a girl can not damage my heart
Think you've guessed it right, she's trying to get you for cream
But it's alright tonight, I've got a scheme
To hear nice things, like I get between them jeans
And I'ma send you home, ain't nothing but wedding dreams
See cent is equivalent to a bullet, so it ain't no
Damn hoe, giving me the run out of my ammo
I'm like Rambo in the cruiser, I with a Ruger
I'm sitting propped up on the non-stoppers, any jacker with a prover
Excuse her who you to sir, nigga I'm talking to you
See that hoe in the club with me, how could she walk in with you
Nigga I don't know I ain't certain, you ain't gotta be no surgeon
If you got game it ain't working, nigga getting two to the brain curtains
You that show t.v. Bachelor, how them ladies react
Well Chamillionaire's life is like, a episode of that
her car break down on a hill, I bet she make you get out and push
Taking chick to Foot Locker, she never leave without a Swoosh and that's gangsta

(*talking*)

Million tempted by female, them so good
She get in bed he swelling, she tell him he sho'
Sex and and yelling, them can tell I'm so hood
So I think I'm bout to claim her, I'm bout to her
Danger, damage you believe she ain't ya
Average type of gangsta, me what is your name girl
Danger, she's dressed to she's gangsta
Looking like a model, while she's kissing to bang ya
holes in dead bodies, just pulling hoes with their bodies
Full of tattoos matter fact who, with boo and nails prbably
A drug dealer or a thug nigga, with a couple in his left shoe
up rocks till he get through, but he trying to get a knot to impress you
Tell me the hell is his purpose, putting diamonds all on her fist
The you doing dirt kiss, money could buy that guy he's worthless
Game than her skirt is, as she leaves him in pieces
Till she eases her cleavage out, and sees it's his
Think, your tight the mood is right and if it seems
That you're not in love with my money, more me
I'll be the king on the throne, you can be my
Baby get it on, come be on my dream team

(*humming*)

See I'm telling you fellas, she gangsta than you'll ever be
She get cheddar can get a G, without cocking the E'
Never shot been on a lot, but it wasn't for felonies
Man and handcuffing, he doesn't wanna let her free
Hispanic, Asian, Caucasian, even my Black
Not all of them are after do',
percent of them, are only after that green
She wanna slam candy do's, and 4's
But,
Baby I don't think so, I don't think
She wanna slam, candy
Tell her I don't think so, I don't think