Luyện nghe bài hát Suckas Part 2 (for The Gangsta's)

Gangstas for the (Repeat 4X)

[Verse 1:
Yo, I'm not concerned wit the you wrote
I'm at the game seat close enough to trip Kukoc
mad tryin to catch me slippin
But instead in out of town nigga me trippin
I guess I sold out if they don't see me this
The thing I sold out was the CoreStates Center, Chi Ching
Its BooBonic got that stay bouncin
You got baby six pounds and nine ounces
I'm out here get your shit together
Tryin to sell it lightweight Floyd Mayweather
Wanna hit it like Bonic and get it like
But that ain't ever happenin you can't spit it Bonic
Flow poison like B-B-D, I'm and you VHS I'm DVD, Suckas
Motherfuckas lived the life
never commit shit I did your wife, Come on

I'm the type of nigga get a lot of cash
I'm the type of get a whole lot of ass
I'm the type of got a whole lot of class
But I'm the type of nigga that'll out fast
Keep them white and blue
Spend like the rich and wife will do
Hey that's just me nothin I can do
my whole crew but no not you cause you a sucka

[Verse 2:
I'm T-I-G-H-T you can ask Jackson who B-A-D
See, I'm a thrilla, gangsta cat
Take squad out each scared to feel 'em, nigga
Top from Grant to Ben Franklin
Cars they used our whips is grand spankin
Mister got 'em thinkin, ask
See who got the coke, the gun, who
You the pack, no gat so stop it
Bitch we got it poppin, out cally
I wish, wit a ass bitch
You rollin, in a Datsun for a 6
My stay froze reminds me of the roads
Hoes, see the ice and they control
My chain the main reason last was cold
Uhh, take precaution when I'm

[Verse 3: Beanie
Who see that, cat wit the crown on the P at?
B-Mac, Philly can be that
See that, hit where the at
See thin sticks where your weed at, streets and where I be at
Blocks my heart at
44 bought back cats where they park at, off that
Back to the drugs Rite Aid, Walgreen's, Eckerd's
Mac serve all things it
I buck stank coke move the best at
And got nicknames for smokers like Pipes
Roberta Crack, Puff Daddy, Dopez
You the bucks always gotta fuck wit them cokeheads
pack tools and say fuck the DTs
And move like cops, only on TV, Yeah
up crooks got it honest in 'em
They snatch your earrings triangles and onyx in 'em

Gangstas for the (Repeat 8X)