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 bricks of yae, I freeze 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 it, I keep the gauge cocked in the kitchen cabinet
it for any altercation
catch a permanent vacation fucking the son of satan
And I ain't waiting for the one time to me
Arrest me, arraign me, humiliate then me
I'm at the crib trying to chill my little kid
Had in controlled or at least I thought I did
Telephone rang, when I answered then they up
Three kicked the front door 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)
the gangsta's life (living the gangsta life)
We living gangsta (living the gangsta liiiiiife)
Living the gangsta's

I wake up five in the morning, a sac to the head
Sneak out the back, grab a strap, and and dogging the feds
Slanging hanging on the corner regulating the
Banging and robbing transporting the (nigga)
Popping and bugging up on the cell in my
Grab my strap and cock it and see my hopping the fo's
the young ho's jocking that gangsta life
Niggas is heated down to on site
Nah, I just the boulavard and maintain the status of a G
'cause nothing 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, cocaine and weed was a factor in my life, I'm coming up
I'm on anybody who post and ran up
Everybody in my family was jail
Heaven and hell, that's my homies 'ill dwell
GANGSTA!

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What would you do if you
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, 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 ain't
I grew up since eighteen and up
With something to throw up, what hood we threw up? (Dogg Gangstas)
Blast at times we got bust at
Turn around, bust back then
on up to the top of the map
'cause 'ill be here 'till the curl come back
is our world, land of the gangsta macks
Controlled by the blue and red
Out here we ain't 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