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 bricks of yae, I it with ice
I keep my business separate from my life
Me and my niggas hustle enough, move weight
To buy estate, vehicles, paper weights, straight
Little niggas try to the money 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 waiting for the one time to catch me
Arrest me, me, humiliate then stress me
I'm at the trying to chill with my little kid
Had in controlled or at least I thought I did
Telephone rang, when I answered they hung up
Three niggas kicked the front with they guns up,
Cover my son up, and let the off
Get the pump to pumping, Xzibit took them 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 like (living the liiiiiife)
the gangsta's life

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 hanging on the corner the hood
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 ho's jocking that gangsta life
Niggas is down to dump on site
Nah, I just swerve the boulavard and maintain the of a G
'cause ain't but the hog in me
around my way don't get along with me (why?)
Because jelous that I'm clocking more than thirty G's
Nigga, cocaine and weed was a main in my life, I'm coming up
I'm running on anybody who and ran up
Everybody in my family path was
and hell, that's where my homies 'ill dwell
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, let it all go no games
No snitching allowed, no names
I'm G...and You ain't...
I can....and you can't...
Ever since you names, your out of sight
Snitching on your homeboys, that right
I always up since eighteen and up
With something to throw up, what we threw up? (Dogg Pound Gangstas)
Blast backs at 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, land of the macks
by the blue and red rags
Out here we into ice
Just banging, dice, and the life

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X3

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