Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide Gangsta

Wassup Chi
Yea
Murder Inc. back up in area
On that shit you know
Connect
gangsta shit
You nah what I
Chi to Miami
Houston to 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 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 bangin' back out
I like the last child
bricks at a glasshouse
(Yeah)
Poppin' and puffin' I pass out
(Ahh)

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

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

Nigga all of our love is for the
And I don't chase hoes, pesos and bricks
let me sum it up
Y'all niggas is dumb
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 black and tah
Nigga, we go

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

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 on the block, look at my eyes
Rockland, Murder Inc. the fuck you think?
Me and Gotti whole is to cover the streets
We don't body you man, fuck the beef
We sell a lot of grams, and clutch the heat
To moves to be made, fake thug niggas
Get a few through they braids, I been plug
It's rules to the
Cats me play not to lose in this game
You see this little nigga moves in the range
I see you wack niggas crusin' with lames
Get full nigga 'cause food to the brain
Rockland nigga fire and flames
Get it right nigga, we

Murder Inc. gets pills, clips
However you it
get extorted, bitches get excited
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 that shit all the way from L.A. to New York
And I love talk, 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 my ashes
Off the shores of Costa Rica, nigga to is own
The rule ain't dyin' alone