Luyện nghe bài hát We Gangsta

[Intro -
This for the money homeboy
Money, money, train nigga
It's like we done balled till we falled, and we falled till we balled
And then we back and bounce bitch

It's simple nigga
just seeing to be what's in you nigga
If you a hustler, you get dough
And how it goes

[Chorus -
Them niggas talking about it but they know we
Tommy guns, guns, quick to bang you
Pull up at the club new fresh painted
Them hoes to ride hood rich and famous (X2)

[Verse 1 -
I got to get this money, I got to, I got to
Not a a lot from rap, but raw product
I'm on the East getting it in
On the low, since I met Stunna, I get for ten
I just some new guns and got rid of some friends
I'm about my business I get it from
I grind hard, yeah Cashville I'm up
Pimping in the car, I'm going to up or bang up
Hustler, gangster, old Chevrolet
painted, they love me in the hood
So I'm "fuck being famous"
You don't to live my life
Trust me I'm dangerous, I must keep a
What can I say but it's on, it's on
And we don't call it off everybody's gone
homie, keep a hell of a price
Cash Money still a army and I my stripes

[Verse 2 - Yo
I'm a gangster since
You put me on the scale and weigh everything
I'm thirty six, old fish scale still
eat the nigga
And I'ma for my people nigga
I'm in the hood where the be
Whoever assumed me, be running around with CMB
I got a and I'm the general nigga
Money plentiful nigga, why your old lady into the nigga?
I'ma down bricks hearing voices off in my head
Like murder about conspiracy, watching out for the
For real, I got Mexican friends, I ain't going to lie it
And I took a few losses, I ain't going to cry it
But I'll front you a if you down to die about it
Nigga shot your homie in the head, you just high about it
Yo Gotti, straight up I'm a killer
Don't even speak to me Darth, you ain't a real

[Verse 3 -
Now I'm through my town, got the key to my city
All the ten more things, brand new in a
Every nigga in this motherfucker me dog
legend, riding fly, nigga ball till you fall
Methenamine Project I started the struggle
run around sams in the circle we hustle
K.C. me the game, I took it and tuck it
Nigga brought it to another level cooking and
From the half seventeen's, fifties and hundreds,
I done made the Lamborghinis, Rolls on buttons
And I did my time, I wouldn't get it, wouldn't get it
And got it on my mind it's money over bitches
All the time I'm mine, nigga working from digits
Green bag full of cash, how we feel it
Stunna popping bottles nigga fucking them bitches
Got the money and fame and I'm with
hundred

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