Luyện nghe bài hát Weak Niggaz

Gangsta g-g-gangsta,
Gangsta g-g-gangsta,
g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz
Gangsta, gangsta, niggaz perpetrate

Gangsta g-g-gangsta,
Gangsta g-g-gangsta,
Gangsta g-g-gangsta,
Gangsta, gangsta, weak perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, niggaz perpetrate

I my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest
Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L,
Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like 'em up
In the they could've survived but they had no nuts
Bitch where you graduated from, I a school of hoe-in'
in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin'
Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with - and take yo life

Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared 'cause we don't around
Never wanna step 'cause 6 Mafia put you in the ground
People say you but we all know that's just that liquor bro
Niggaz you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow
If a call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll
down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
Foo ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' might get ya killed

They fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no
Now its to get the strap and go and do they ass in

They don't fuck wit you like ya with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to
You got no ends, now you got no
Now its time to get the strap and go and do ass in

Whachu round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya
Fresh jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya
Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so the rest
No understandin', Projects the greedy, ya could be
I'm robbin' victims of the face of a?
No hesitatin', I come out so watch the nine
Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness I you straight
I'm buckin' you fakers who got cheese, the ones I hate

Could it be me, could it be in the fuckin' air
Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz flyin' everywhere
You wanna know if the is mackin' or a fuckin' player
I'm all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers
Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all evil stares
I'm sick of all of these muthafuckas in my hair
All in my bizness, God is my I don't even care
Cause all you you get the *blaah* died hell yeah

They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with
Yo pockets tore down limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no
Now its time to get the strap and go and do ass in

don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no
Now its time to get the and go and do they ass in

deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin'
Da Koopsta da Knicca mo bitches than London got bridges
Send to you niggas so you besta listen well
Touch me and you'll die see you can wit me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy for you niggas that've lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, it
Call Chris mane, dump 'em in a ditch
Witness wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders

My nigga CB he be back out here on bricks again
He kickin' in doors, he for him some dividends
He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money
And fuckin' wit him is like wit somethin' different
Ya gotta be tough, ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and to dust
In gats we trust nigga, it ain't much nigga
'Cause to us nigga, we blowin' ya up

don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no
Now its time to get the and go and do they ass in

They fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no
Now its time to get the and go and do they ass in

I'm smoked out, out, drunken and I'm blown