Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide Gangsta

Wassup Chi
Yea
Inc. back up in your area
On gangsta shit you know
worldwide
Worldwide gangsta
You nah what I
Chi town to
to motherfuckin' L.A.
We connect
Gangsta

Mother
You frontin' we comin' with heat
Aiya fifteen's up the street bigger
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Guns make niggas run
We triggers
(Ahh haa)
And leave dead for the stacks
Slumped over, head in lap

Yo, we constantly cream in the crackhouse
Basically, we bangin' back out
I like the last child
bricks at a glasshouse
(Yeah)
Poppin' and puffin' I pass out
(Ahh)

This shit is for all my youngs who flip birds
And hug the
In club pop cris and twist the bud, nigga what
We live it up, Chi town to my town
(Ahh)
We diggin sluts, long dickin' in the

We just religious thugs, pimps
Hoes fall in the way we throw this dick
The hummers on dubs like tanks and shit
We came to stop the bank, don't blink be
(Oh)

Nigga all of our love is for the
And I don't chase hoes, just and bricks
let me sum it up
Y'all niggas is enough
Run on up, the we tuck, bust
Ashes to ashes, dust to

at us, R O C K L A N D and I N C
With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari and Cadillac tah
Nigga, we go

I'm loud the shells pop
Still I sell
Got outta jail on bail, ready to plot
Yo I kidnap
Then bitch niggas
Give me the crack or get clap nigga
I ain't one of these rap niggas
I'm a big gat
and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga
Don't get tired in streets
My nigga died in streets
It's only one option, for these streets
My peeps out so I ride with these streets
Spent weeks out here, on these streets
I the deal out here
real out here
Got bitch bud murdered and I'm still out
Rockland, Murder Inc. you get killed out
Chi town, New York, blood spill out
And thugs me, still out here
you heard nigga, I'm still out here

A yo I ride up, up outta my mind
Cadillac truck nigga, loaded with nines
To my thugs on the block, them dimes
I got love on the block, at my eyes
Rockland, Inc. what the fuck you think?
Me and whole plan is to cover the streets
We don't wanna body you man, the beef
We sell a lot of these grams, and the heat
To many moves to be made, fake thug
Get a few they braids, I been plug nigga
It's rules to the
Cats like me not to lose in this game
You see this little nigga moves in the range
I see you wack still crusin' with lames
Get full nigga 'cause food to the brain
Rockland spit fire and flames
Get it nigga, we gangsta

Inc. gets poppin' pills, clips
However you it
Niggas get extorted, bitches get
Known to start riots, the and I N C
Got fedaraleighs me, the Y G and I G
Put it together orientated
guns, drugs, and good relations
Real conversations, we call it talk
And shit spreads all the way from L.A. to New York
And I love talk, that's you get to smash on niggas
Catch 'em in the spot and put the flash on niggas
Cameras, lights, action, go at the master
C's and past if when I die blow my
Off the shores of Rica, nigga to each is own
The rule ain't dyin' motherfuckers