Luyện nghe bài hát The Gangsta Shit

It's like this, y'all niggaz been invadin my
Ignore examples set while ya play the dirt
It's only one thing to do now, and to set it -
off, and show you motherfuckers who's
I don't games, I just cock the thang
Squeeze the trigger twice and I'll blow out ya
I'm pissed, y'all niggaz shouldn'ta fucked this
I my fo-fifth, I puncture yo shit
I blast a nigga, plastic bag a nigga
Got love for no nigga, now that's yo ass
It's war, so I suggest you call on troops
fatigues ain't shit, 'cause y'all don't shoot
I'm a Rap-A-Lot mobster, callin all the
from a underboss prospective, and gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two
Darin any to come test me
Ya standin in the jungle
Witness a motherfuckin minute
I'll leave yo with a tongue in it
And if you ain't one then bitch stop
If ya don't want drama, then bitch stop

Y'all don't wanna - around with the gangsta shit
Fuck with the gangsta shit
Y'all don't - fuck around with the gangsta shit
Fuck around the gangsta shit
Y'all don't wanna - fuck around with the gangsta
Fuck around with the gangsta
Y'all don't - fuck around with the gangsta shit
Fuck around with the shit

I refuse to be shorted, I refuse to be
Competition's depleated 'cause my rhyme's so
And you fuck with me, ya need to stop fakin
I'm workin on my sixth CD and still (say what?)
You think you hardcore then come me
Just make ya comin for real when ya come fo' me
'cause if not, I'm floatin up yo' motherfuckin
Y'all fraud niggaz, straight up broad niggaz
We niggaz, yeah - so fuck y'all niggaz!
Soutside I for all my Ward niggaz
We're strapped and all killas, we for the battle
The Mob in the sattle makin ya trunks rattle
If I had one dolla, for nigga who though
that Face off, this whole world would be bought
Fuck that, I'll be here it's all over
And when all over, go back and slang boulders
Can be stopped, not even by a bad
Jed and Chad, it's Jay, Prince, and Brad
Ain't enough in the states to come stop this
Rap-A-Lot shit, yeah

Ain't enough bullshit in the United States to come this
shit, Mob shit...

It's gon' take more than just rappin, more than sparrin
For niggaz to up and just fuck with Brad Jordan
you warden, and every motherfucker who defended
You safe from shit from a distance
Ya new-boot rap niggaz, comin around
makin them bullshit caps, bitch I'll ruin career
I got all my God-damn self, get in line
And destroy a slew of you niggaz, one at a time
I'm the last of a kind, you right
You can never beat that, I'm glad you see that
Is this my payback for puttin Houston down in the place?
Got the whole screamin Mr. Scarface
The problem is, y'all boys, you niggaz
and the truth is, you hoes couldn't see me with
I'm a in the flesh, I'm Rap-A-Lot's best
I'm Prince's adopted son, with no for no one