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 bricks of yae, I freeze it with ice
I keep my business separate from my personal
Me and my niggas hustle enough, move enough
To buy estate, vehicles, paper weights, straight
Little niggas try to calculate the money I
I ain't having it, I the gauge cocked in the kitchen cabinet
Grabbing it for any
catch a permanent vacation with the son of satan
And I waiting for the one time to catch me
Arrest me, arraign me, 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 then they hung up
Three niggas kicked the front with they guns up,
my son up, and let the lead off
Get the pump to pumping, took them niggas heads off (BITCH!)

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

I wake up 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 regulating the hood
Banging and robbing the goods (nigga)
and bugging up on the cell in my pocket
Grab my strap and cock it and see my homie the fo's
the young ho's jocking that gangsta life
Niggas is heated to dump on site
Nah, I just swerve the boulavard and maintain the of a G
'cause ain't 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 factor in my life, I'm up
I'm running on anybody who and ran up
Everybody in my family path was
Heaven and hell, where my homies 'ill dwell
GANGSTA!

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

Gangstas, just let it all go no
No snitching allowed, 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 ain't
I always up since eighteen and up
With something to 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 come back
This is our world, land of the gangsta
Controlled by the blue and red
Out we ain't into ice
banging, dice, and the gangsta life

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X3

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