Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide Gangsta

Wassup Chi
Yea
Murder Inc. back up in your
On that shit you know
Connect
gangsta shit
You nah what I
Chi town to
Houston to L.A.
We connect
shit

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

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

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

We just thugs, gangsta pimps
Hoes fall in love the way we 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 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 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 and Cadillac tah
Nigga, we go

I'm loud the shells pop
I sell rock
Got outta jail on bail, gettin' to plot
Yo I niggas
Then bitch niggas
me the crack nigga or get clap nigga
Nigga I one of these rap niggas
I'm a big gat
Bangin' and to be a rich ass nigga
get tired in these streets
My died in these streets
It's only one option, for these streets
My peeps out here so I ride with these
Spent weeks out here, grind on these
I know the deal out
It's real out
Got bud murdered and I'm still out here
Rockland, Murder Inc. you get killed out
Chi town, New York, spill out here
And thugs like me, still out
Yeah you heard nigga, I'm out here

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. the fuck you think?
Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the
We don't wanna body you man, fuck the
We a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat
To many to be made, fake thug niggas
Get a few they braids, I been plug nigga
It's rules to the
Cats like me play not to lose in this
You see this little nigga makin' moves in the
I see you niggas still crusin' with lames
Get full nigga 'cause it's to the brain
Rockland spit fire and flames
Get it right nigga, we

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 family
Through guns, drugs, and relations
conversations, we call it real talk
And shit spreads all the way from L.A. to New York
And I love talk, that's when you get to on niggas
'em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas
Cameras, lights, action, go at the master
C's and if when I die blow my ashes
Off the of Costa Rica, nigga to each is own
The rule ain't alone motherfuckers