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

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We gangsta like (living the gangsta life)
the gangsta's 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
out the back, grab a strap, and dock and dogging the feds
Slanging hanging on the corner the hood
Banging and robbing the goods (nigga)
and bugging up on the cell in my pocket
Grab my and cock it and see my homie hopping the fo's
Watch the young ho's jocking that gangsta
Niggas is heated down to on site
Nah, I just swerve the boulavard and the status of a G
'cause nothing but the hog in me
Niggas around my way get along with me (why?)
Because they jelous that I'm clocking more than G's
Nigga, cocaine and weed was a main in my life, I'm coming up
I'm running on who post and ran up
Everybody in my path was jail
Heaven and hell, that's my homies 'ill 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, just let it all go no
No snitching allowed, spitting no
I'm G...and You ain't...
I can....and you can't...
Ever since you dropped names, out of sight
Snitching on homeboys, that ain't right
I always grew up since and up
With to throw up, what hood we threw up? (Dogg Pound Gangstas)
Blast at times we got bust at
Turn around, bust back scat
on up to the top of the map
'cause 'ill be here 'till the curl come back
is our world, land of the gangsta macks
Controlled by the and red rags
Out here we ain't ice
Just banging, dice, and the gangsta

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X3

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