Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide Gangstas

Wassup Chi
Yea
Murder Inc. up in your area
On that gangsta shit you
worldwide
Worldwide gangsta
You nah I mean?
Chi to Miami
Houston to L.A.
We connect
Gangsta

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

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

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

We just religious thugs, pimps
Hoes fall in love the way we this dick
The hummers on dubs look tanks and shit
We came to stop the bank, don't 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 dumb
Run on up, the guns we tuck,
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 loud when the pop
Still I sell
Got outta jail on bail, ready to plot
Yo I niggas
bitch smack niggas
Give me the crack nigga or get clap
I ain't one of these rap niggas
I'm a big gat
Bangin' and slangin' to be a ass nigga
get tired in these streets
My nigga died in these
only one option, provide for these 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 bitch bud murdered and I'm out here
Rockland, Inc. you get killed out here
Chi town, New York, spill out here
And thugs like me, still out
Yeah you heard nigga, I'm still out

A yo I ride up, lied up outta my
Black Cadillac truck nigga, loaded with
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 is to cover the streets
We don't wanna body you man, fuck the
We sell a lot of these grams, and the heat
To many moves to be made, fake thug
Get a few through braids, I been plug nigga
rules to the game
Cats like me play not to lose in game
You see this nigga makin' moves in the range
I see you niggas still crusin' with lames
Get nigga 'cause it's food to the brain
nigga spit fire and flames
Get it right nigga, we

Inc. gets poppin' pills, clips
However you it
Niggas get extorted, get excited
to start riots, the rule and I N C
Got fedaraleighs me, the Y G and I G
Put it together family
guns, drugs, and good relations
Real conversations, we it real 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 my ashes
Off the shores of Rica, nigga to each is own
The ain't dyin' alone motherfuckers