Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide Gangstas

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

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

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

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

We just thugs, gangsta pimps
Hoes in love the way we throw this dick
The hummers on dubs look like tanks and
We came to the bank, don't blink 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 enough
Run on up, the guns we tuck,
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
I sell rock
Got outta jail on bail, gettin' to plot
Yo I niggas
Then bitch niggas
Give me the crack or get clap nigga
Nigga I ain't one of rap niggas
I'm a big gat
Bangin' and to be a rich ass nigga
Don't get in these streets
My nigga died in streets
It's only one option, provide for streets
My peeps out here so I ride with these
Spent weeks out here, grind on these
I know the deal out
real out here
Got bitch bud murdered and I'm out here
Rockland, Inc. you get killed out here
Chi town, New York, blood out here
And thugs like me, still out
Yeah you heard nigga, I'm out here

A yo I ride up, lied up outta my
Black Cadillac truck nigga, with nines
To my thugs on the block, holdin' them
I got love on the block, look at my
Rockland, Murder Inc. the fuck you think?
Me and Gotti plan 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 they braids, I been plug nigga
It's to the game
Cats me play not to lose in this game
You see this little nigga moves in the range
I see you niggas still crusin' with lames
Get full nigga 'cause food to the brain
Rockland spit fire and flames
Get it right nigga, we

Murder Inc. gets pills, clips
However you it
Niggas get extorted, get excited
to start riots, the rule and I N C
Got watchin' me, the Y G and I G
Put it together family
guns, drugs, and good relations
Real conversations, we it real talk
And that shit all the way from L.A. to New York
And I love talk, when 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 of Costa Rica, nigga to each is own
The ain't dyin' alone motherfuckers