Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide Gangsta

Wassup Chi
Yea
Murder Inc. back up in area
On that gangsta shit you
worldwide
Worldwide shit
You nah I mean?
Chi town to
Houston to L.A.
We nigger
shit

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

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

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

We just religious thugs, gangsta
Hoes fall in love the way we throw this
The hummers on dubs look tanks and shit
We to stop the bank, don't blink be sick
(Oh)

Nigga all of our is for the chips
And I don't chase hoes, just pesos and
let me sum it up
Y'all niggas is enough
Run on up, the we tuck, bust
Ashes to ashes, 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
Still I rock
Got outta jail on bail, gettin' ready to
Yo I kidnap
Then bitch smack
Give me the crack nigga or get clap
Nigga I one of these rap niggas
I'm a big gat
Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass
get tired in these streets
My nigga died in these
It's only one option, for these streets
My peeps out so I ride with these streets
Spent out here, grind on these streets
I know the out here
It's real out
Got bitch bud and I'm still out here
Rockland, Murder Inc. you get out here
Chi town, New York, blood out here
And thugs me, still out here
Yeah you heard nigga, I'm still out

A yo I ride up, up outta my mind
Black Cadillac truck nigga, loaded nines
To my thugs on the block, holdin' them
I got love on the block, look at my
Rockland, Murder Inc. what the fuck you
Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the
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, thug niggas
Get a few through they braids, I been plug
It's rules to the
Cats like me not to lose in this game
You see this little nigga makin' in the range
I see you wack niggas crusin' with lames
Get nigga 'cause it's 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 watchin' me, the Y G and I G
Put it family orientated
Through guns, drugs, and relations
Real conversations, we call it talk
And shit spreads all the way from L.A. to New York
And I talk, that's when you get to smash on niggas
'em in the dark 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 Costa Rica, to each is own
The rule ain't dyin' alone