Luyện nghe bài hát The Gangsta Shit

It's like this, y'all been invadin my turf
Ignore examples I've set while ya the dirt
only one thing to do now, and that's to set it -
off, and you motherfuckers who's boss
I don't play games, I just cock the
the trigger twice and I'll blow out ya brains
I'm pissed, y'all niggaz shouldn'ta fucked with
I clutch my fo-fifth, I yo shit
I a nigga, plastic bag stick a nigga
Got love for no nigga, now that's yo ass
It's war, so I suggest you call on your
Army fatigues ain't shit, y'all don't shoot
I'm a Rap-A-Lot mobster, all the shots
from a underboss prospective, and y'all respect it
I murder, by nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker to come me
Ya in the jungle nigga
Witness a rumble minute
I'll leave yo with a tongue in it
And if you ain't one then bitch actin
If ya don't want drama, then stop askin

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

I to be shorted, I refuse to be defeated
Competition's 'cause my rhyme's so heated
And you can't fuck with me, ya 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 some niggaz, straight up broad niggaz
We hard niggaz, yeah - so fuck niggaz!
I ride for all my Ward niggaz
We're strapped and all killas, we for the battle
The Mob back in the sattle makin ya rattle
If I had one dolla, for every who though
that fell off, this whole world would be bought
Fuck that, be here until it's all over
And when all over, go back and slang boulders
Can be stopped, not even by a bad
Fuck Jed and Chad, Jay, Prince, and Brad
Ain't bullshit in the states to come stop this
Rap-A-Lot shit, yeah

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

It's gon' take more just rappin, more than just sparrin
For y'all to up and just fuck with Brad Jordan
you warden, and every motherfucker who defended
You safe from talkin shit a distance
Ya new-boot rap niggaz, comin around
them bullshit caps, bitch I'll ruin your career
I got mine all my self, get in line
And I'll destroy a of you niggaz, one at a time
I'm the last of a kind, you right
You can beat that, I'm just glad you see that
Is my payback for puttin Houston down in the first place?
Got the whole screamin Mr. Scarface
The problem is, boys, you niggaz loco
and the truth is, you hoes couldn't see me with
I'm a killer in the flesh, I'm Rap-A-Lot's
I'm adopted son, with no love for no one