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

Gangstas for the (Repeat 4X)

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

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

[Verse 2:
I'm you can ask Michael Jackson who B-A-D
See, I'm a thrilla, gangsta cat
Take trips squad out each scared to 'em, nigga
Top billa Grant to Ben Franklin
they never used our whips is grand spankin
Mister got 'em thinkin, ask
See who got the coke, the gun, who
You take the pack, no gat so it
Bitch we got it poppin, out knockin
I wish, wit a ass bitch
You rollin, in a Datsun for a 6
My neck froze reminds me of the roads
Hoes, see the ice and they control
My the main reason last winter was cold
Uhh, take precaution I'm flossin

[Verse 3: Sigel]
Who wanna see that, cat wit the on the P at?
B-Mac, Philly can y'all be
See that, hit the heat at
See thin sticks where your weed at, streets and where I be at
Blocks my heart at
44 bulldog bought cats where they park at, off that
Back to the like Rite Aid, Walgreen's, Eckerd's
Mac all things check it
I buck stank coke move the at night
And got nicknames for smokers like Wesley
Roberta Crack, Puff Daddy, Dopez
You know the bucks 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 since triangles and in 'em

Gangstas for the (Repeat 8X)