Luyện nghe bài hát This Is Gangsta

Dipset bitch, Santana
Yeah, 2004, it's a brand new muthafuckin'
I hope you know that, you know
And we are in total once a muthafuckin' gain, nigga
in the building, Juelz Santana, Jim Jones
Killa Cam, Freeky Zeeky

from the bottom of the pot where crack is cooked at
I'm like cooked crack and I rap like cooked crack
That's a good match and that's good crack

My gun hotter the stove is on
So hot even I the stove was on
But the stove was off, I was rollin' hot
I was just rome the

Hard body, I'm a block
squally, I don't know the cops
I don't know them rats, no, I don't condone in
I'm in my zone in fact, no holdin' back

The 4'll mac the beefin' is on
Niggas cheat it's on
get reef when its on
They can't when it's on
But it's me it's on

But it is and is what I do so
What it is, it be, what's the scoop, yo?
Normally, I don't ask
Normally, I just blast

But you an pussy
girl told me you just obsessed with pussy
And you can't fuck, you upset the pussy
I'm somethin' mean to
My pop, lift off your halipino top

Now I've been seen in drop coops,
Radar detectors, you can't catch me
You upset me copper, I'm on a jet ski copper

Now if this gangsta and that ain't gangsta
Then what is
Nigga, I am gangsta, who gangsta?
You gangsta

Now if this ain't gangsta and ain't gangsta
Then is gangsta?
Nigga, I am gangsta, who gangsta?
You gangsta

The truth is I'm what the been needin'
for thought, the fuck man you lames been eatin' them lies
I move the streets, do follow, I race, why?
Not through the streets 'cause police do follow, so 'em

These niggas throw flappy and sick, that's
We young cold flashy and rich, we gun hoe
And SPZ on a bitch 'cause we don't pay for the
The beef cum we lay for the pussy

Fuck 'em, 'em, got 'em, spot 'em
Pop 'em, drop 'em, lay 'em
Now Lord, us, pray for us
Gangstas, say what? We all
And y'all wangstas I swear you give us the

Dipset, the new panthers
The boys ask us questions, man, we do not
Life's too short for me to my pants up
I'm tryna let my nuts hang, out the truck bang, bang

certified gangsta, you heard about me
Well, then you about gangsta
I'll beat the brace off a
But I'm keep the tapes off a nigga

To get rich we do we have to do
And when we hit the hood our presence be you
hundreds the 7th's Avenue
And niggas feel the pressure whenever we through

Now if this ain't gangsta and that ain't
Then is gangsta?
Nigga, I am gangsta, who gangsta?
You gangsta

Now if this gangsta and that ain't gangsta
Then is gangsta?
Nigga, I am gangsta, who ain't
You ain't

You ain't gangsta, listen up, I grip a
Squeeze 3 and any OG bitchin' up
Man, he a missing and if not the big glock
Our big shots, so doc stitch him up

I'm from the city where it's to make doe
to bake hoes, it's easy to make 4's
You gettin' them pencils, the and the checks know
Next week have you sittin' on stake road

HOC to CF to CF
Can't me, I'm prone to this BS
So imagine Bez on the phone gettin' key
Fresh DC lampin' in the GS

That's how niggas do go get a or 2
or glock, get a block, hit the spot, flip a few
And for a or 2, the led I carry, shit
I'm reditary and kids could get it too

Now if this gangsta and that ain't gangsta
Then is gangsta?
Nigga, I am gangsta, who gangsta?
You gangsta

Now if this gangsta and that ain't gangsta
Then what is
Nigga, I am gangsta, who gangsta?
You gangsta