Luyện nghe bài hát We Livin Gangsta Like

Yeah
like, uh huh
To all my O.G.'s and all my Y.G.'s
Daz Dillinger, Daz (dat nigga daz!)

I move bricks of yae, I it with ice
I keep my business from my personal life
Me and my niggas hustle enough, move weight
To buy real estate, vehicles, paper weights,
Little try to calculate the money I make
I having it, I keep the gauge cocked in the kitchen cabinet
Grabbing it for any
catch a permanent fucking with the son of satan
And I ain't waiting for the one to catch me
Arrest me, arraign me, humiliate stress me
I'm at the crib to chill with my little kid
Had everything in controlled or at I thought I did
Telephone rang, when I answered then hung up
Three niggas kicked the front with they guns up,
my son up, and let the lead off
Get the pump to pumping, took them niggas heads off (BITCH!)

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We living gangsta like (living the life)
Living the gangsta's (living the gangsta life)
We living gangsta like (living the liiiiiife)
the gangsta's life

I wake up five in the morning, smoke a sac to the
out the back, grab a strap, and dock and dogging the feds
Slanging hanging on the corner regulating the
and robbing transporting the goods (nigga)
Popping and bugging up on the cell in my
Grab my strap and cock it and see my homie the fo's
Watch the young ho's that gangsta life
Niggas is heated down to on site
Nah, I swerve the boulavard and maintain the status of a G
'cause ain't but the hog in me
Niggas around my way don't get along me (why?)
Because they jelous that I'm more than thirty G's
Nigga, cocaine and weed was a factor in my life, I'm coming up
I'm running on who post and ran up
in my family path was jail
Heaven and hell, where my homies 'ill dwell
GANGSTA!

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What you do if you could
Get my crew, baby
What you do if you could down with the dog pound

Gangstas, let it all go no games
No snitching allowed, no names
I'm G...and You ain't...
I can....and you can't...
Ever since you names, your out of sight
Snitching on your homeboys, that right
I always grew up since and up
With to throw up, what hood we threw up? (Dogg Pound Gangstas)
backs at times we got bust at
Turn around, bust back scat
on up to the top of the map
'cause gangstas 'ill be here 'till the curl back
This is our world, land of the gangsta
by the blue and red rags
Out we ain't into ice
Just banging, dice, and the life

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X3

We live the gangsta life, live the life, we live the gangsta life