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 from my personal
Me and my niggas hustle enough, move enough
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
Grabbing it for any
catch a permanent vacation fucking the son of satan
And I ain't waiting for the one time to me
Arrest me, me, humiliate then stress 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 niggas kicked the door with they guns up,
Cover my son up, and let the off
Get the pump to pumping, Xzibit took them niggas off (BITCH!)

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

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 on the corner regulating the hood
Banging and transporting the goods (nigga)
Popping and bugging up on the in my pocket
Grab my strap and it and see my homie hopping the fo's
Watch the 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 ain't but the hog in me
Niggas around my way 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 on anybody who post and ran up
in my family path was jail
Heaven and hell, that's my homies 'ill dwell
GANGSTA!

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What would you do if you
Get with my crew,
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 dropped names, your out of
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 times we got 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
by the blue and red rags
Out we ain't into ice
Just banging, dice, and the gangsta

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X3

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