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 of yae, I freeze it with ice
I keep my business separate my personal life
Me and my hustle enough, move enough weight
To buy real estate, vehicles, paper weights,
Little niggas try to calculate the I make
I ain't having it, I keep the gauge cocked in the cabinet
it for any altercation
catch a 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 to chill 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 with guns up,
my son up, and let the lead off
Get the pump to pumping, Xzibit took them niggas off (BITCH!)

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

I wake up in the morning, smoke a sac to the head
out the back, grab a strap, and dock and dogging the feds
Slanging on the corner regulating the hood
Banging and robbing the goods (nigga)
and bugging up on the cell in my pocket
Grab my strap and it and see my homie hopping the fo's
Watch the ho's jocking that gangsta life
is heated down to dump on site
Nah, I just swerve the and maintain the status of a G
ain't nothing but the hog in me
Niggas my way don't 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
in my family 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
would you do if you could down 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...
since you dropped names, your out of sight
Snitching on your homeboys, that right
I always grew up eighteen and up
something to throw up, what hood we threw up? (Dogg Pound Gangstas)
Blast backs at times we got at
Turn around, bust 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 and red rags
Out here we into ice
Just banging, dice, and the gangsta

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X3

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