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 business separate my personal life
Me and my niggas hustle enough, enough weight
To buy estate, vehicles, paper weights, straight
niggas try to calculate the money I make
I ain't having it, I the gauge cocked in the kitchen cabinet
Grabbing it for any
a permanent vacation fucking 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 with my little kid
Had everything in controlled or at I thought I did
Telephone rang, when I then they hung up
Three niggas kicked the front door they guns up,
Cover my son up, and let the off
Get the to pumping, Xzibit took 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 (living the gangsta liiiiiife)
the gangsta's life

I wake up in the morning, smoke a sac to the head
Sneak out the back, grab a strap, and and dogging the feds
Slanging hanging on the regulating the hood
Banging and transporting 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 ain't but the hog in me
Niggas around my way don't get along me (why?)
Because they jelous that I'm clocking than thirty G's
Nigga, cocaine and weed was a main factor in my life, I'm up
I'm on anybody 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 you do if you could
Get my crew, baby
What would you do if you could down 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 names, your out of sight
Snitching on your homeboys, that right
I always grew up eighteen and up
With something to throw up, what we threw up? (Dogg Pound Gangstas)
backs at times we got bust at
Turn around, back then scat
on up to the top of the map
'cause gangstas 'ill be here 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 life

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X3

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