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 move of yae, I freeze it with ice
I keep my business separate my personal life
Me and my niggas hustle enough, move enough
To buy real estate, vehicles, paper weights,
Little try to calculate the money I make
I ain't it, I keep 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, humiliate stress me
I'm at the trying to chill with my little kid
Had everything in controlled or at least I I did
Telephone rang, I answered then they hung up
Three niggas the front door with they guns up,
Cover my son up, and let the off
Get the pump to pumping, Xzibit them niggas heads off (BITCH!)

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

I up five in the morning, smoke a sac to the head
Sneak out the back, grab a strap, and dock and the feds
Slanging hanging on the regulating the hood
and robbing transporting the goods (nigga)
Popping and bugging up on the cell in my
Grab my strap and it and see my homie hopping the fo's
Watch the young ho's jocking that life
is heated down to dump on site
Nah, I just swerve the boulavard and maintain the of a G
'cause nothing but the hog in me
Niggas around my way don't get with me (why?)
Because they jelous that I'm more than thirty G's
Nigga, cocaine and was a main 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 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, 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 since and up
With something to throw up, what we threw up? (Dogg Pound Gangstas)
Blast backs at we got bust at
Turn around, bust back then
on up to the top of the map
'cause gangstas be here 'till the curl come back
is our world, land of the gangsta macks
Controlled by the and red rags
Out here we into ice
Just banging, dice, and the life

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X3

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