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 real estate, vehicles, weights, straight
Little niggas try to calculate the I make
I ain't having it, I keep the gauge cocked in the kitchen
Grabbing it for any
catch a permanent vacation fucking with the son of
And I ain't waiting for the one to catch me
Arrest me, me, humiliate then stress me
I'm at the crib trying to chill my little kid
Had everything in or at least I thought I did
rang, when I answered 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, Xzibit took niggas heads off (BITCH!)

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We living gangsta (living the gangsta life)
Living the life (living the gangsta life)
We living like (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 dock and dogging the
Slanging hanging on the corner the hood
Banging and robbing transporting the (nigga)
Popping and bugging up on the in my pocket
Grab my strap and cock it and see my homie the fo's
Watch the young jocking that gangsta life
Niggas is heated down to 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 don't get along me (why?)
Because they jelous I'm clocking more than thirty G's
Nigga, and weed was a main factor in my life, I'm coming up
I'm running on anybody who and ran up
Everybody in my family was jail
Heaven and hell, where my homies 'ill dwell
GANGSTA!

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What you do if you could
Get my crew, baby
What you do if you could 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 homeboys, that ain't right
I grew up since eighteen and up
something to throw up, what hood we threw up? (Dogg Pound Gangstas)
Blast at times we got bust at
Turn around, bust then scat
on up to the top of the map
'cause gangstas 'ill be here 'till the come back
This is our world, of the gangsta macks
by the blue 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 life, we live the gangsta life