Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide Gangstas

Wassup Chi
Yea
Murder Inc. back up in your
On that shit you know
worldwide
Worldwide shit
You nah what I
Chi to Miami
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 niggas run
We squeeze
(Ahh haa)
And leave niggas dead for the
over, head in they lap

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

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

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

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

I'm loud when the pop
Still I sell
Got outta on bail, gettin' ready to plot
Yo I kidnap
bitch smack niggas
Give me the crack nigga or get clap
I ain't one of these rap niggas
I'm a big gat
and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga
Don't get tired in these
My died in these streets
It's only one option, provide for streets
My out here so I ride with these streets
Spent weeks out here, grind on these
I know the deal out
It's real out
Got bitch bud murdered and I'm still out
Rockland, Inc. you get killed out here
Chi town, New York, blood spill out
And thugs like me, still out
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, them dimes
I got love on the block, look at my
Rockland, Inc. what the fuck you think?
Me and whole plan is to cover the streets
We don't wanna you man, fuck the beef
We sell a lot of these grams, and the heat
To moves to be made, fake thug niggas
Get a few through they braids, I plug nigga
It's rules to the
like me play not to lose in this game
You see this little nigga makin' in the range
I see you wack niggas still crusin' lames
Get nigga 'cause it's food to the brain
Rockland nigga spit fire and
Get it nigga, we gangsta

Inc. gets poppin' pills, clips
However you it
get extorted, bitches get excited
Known to start riots, the 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 talk, that's when you get to smash on niggas
Catch 'em in the spot and put the flash on niggas
Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the
C's and if when I die blow my ashes
Off the shores of Costa Rica, nigga to is own
The rule ain't dyin' motherfuckers