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 kurupt (dat daz!)

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

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

I up five in the morning, smoke a sac to the head
Sneak out the back, grab a strap, and and dogging the feds
hanging on the corner regulating the hood
Banging and transporting the goods (nigga)
Popping and bugging up on the cell in my
Grab my strap and it and see my homie hopping the fo's
Watch the young ho's jocking gangsta life
Niggas is heated to dump on site
Nah, I just the boulavard and maintain the status of a G
ain't nothing but the hog in me
Niggas around my way don't get with me (why?)
Because they jelous that I'm clocking than thirty G's
Nigga, cocaine and weed was a main in my life, I'm coming up
I'm on anybody who post and ran up
Everybody in my family was jail
Heaven and hell, that's where my homies dwell
GANGSTA!

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

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

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X3

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