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 enough
To buy real estate, vehicles, paper weights,
Little niggas try to calculate the I make
I ain't having it, I keep the cocked in the kitchen cabinet
it for any altercation
catch a permanent fucking with the son of satan
And I ain't waiting for the one time to me
Arrest me, me, humiliate then stress me
I'm at the trying to chill with my little kid
Had everything in or at least I thought I did
Telephone rang, when I answered then hung up
niggas kicked 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 living gangsta (living the gangsta life)
the gangsta's life (living the gangsta life)
We living gangsta (living the gangsta liiiiiife)
Living the gangsta's

I up five in the morning, smoke a sac to the head
Sneak out the back, a strap, and dock and dogging the feds
Slanging hanging on the corner regulating the
Banging and transporting the goods (nigga)
Popping and bugging up on the in my pocket
my strap and cock it and see my homie hopping the fo's
Watch the young jocking that gangsta life
Niggas is down to dump on site
Nah, I just swerve the and maintain the status of a G
'cause nothing but the hog in me
Niggas around my way don't get with me (why?)
Because they jelous I'm clocking more than thirty G's
Nigga, cocaine and weed was a factor in my life, I'm coming up
I'm running on anybody who and ran up
Everybody in my path was jail
Heaven and hell, that's where my homies 'ill
GANGSTA!

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What would you do if you
Get my crew, baby
What would you do if you down 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...
Ever since you dropped names, out of sight
Snitching on your homeboys, that right
I always up since eighteen and up
With to throw up, what hood we threw up? (Dogg Pound Gangstas)
Blast backs at we got bust at
Turn around, back then scat
on up to the top of the map
'cause gangstas 'ill be here 'till the curl come
This is our world, land of the macks
Controlled by the blue and red
Out here we into ice
banging, dice, and the gangsta life

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X3

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