Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide Gangsta

Wassup Chi
Yea
Inc. back up in your area
On that gangsta you know
worldwide
Worldwide shit
You nah I mean?
Chi to Miami
to motherfuckin' L.A.
We connect
shit

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

Yo, we constantly count cream in the
Basically, we bitches back out
I feel the last child
Throwin' bricks at a
(Yeah)
and puffin' till I pass out
(Ahh)

This gangsta 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, from Chi town to my
(Ahh)
We sluts, long dickin' in the guts

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

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

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

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

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

Murder Inc. poppin' pills, clips
However you it
Niggas get extorted, get excited
to start riots, the rule and I N C
Got watchin' me, the Y G and I G
Put it together orientated
Through guns, drugs, and good
Real conversations, we call it talk
And that shit spreads all the way L.A. to New York
And I talk, that's when you get to smash on niggas
Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on
Cameras, lights, action, go at the master
C's and past if when I die my ashes
Off the of Costa Rica, nigga to each is own
The rule dyin' alone motherfuckers