Luyện nghe bài hát Wouldn't You Like To Be A Gangsta Too

I'm you heard

He's back in the
official ticial
Hell Rell all day nigga let's do it
Talk to me I back
Yea
Yea

Now I'm a hustla he's a we some motherfuckin
hustlaz wouldn't you love you be a hustla Talk to me
I'm a gangsta he's a gangsta we motherfuckin
wouldn't you love to be a gansgsta too?

[Hell
Yo, from a lonely cell back to the bricks
Its Hell Rell motherfucker the the the Dips!
See I got to put back on the street again
Bounce back on my again
Gators on my feet again
Bought some these haters back with the beef again
Red-dot them infared back on the heat again
And they wanna lock me up away the key
I'm sitting on enough coke to throw away a key
Fuck em you wanna kill me come and do it I give a fuck
Diplomats it up
Clack Clack it up
Hard have money what I give a slut
Chocolate Escalade call that this nigga
My gun need I say more
Now I've got my moms telling me I should more
Mami please I get on my knees that shit ain't for geez
I'm bout to take my ass to hell for all the triggers I (Let's go)

Now I'm a hustla he's a we some motherfuckin
hustlaz you love you be a hustla too? Now talk to me
I'm a gangsta he's a gangsta we motherfuckin
gangstaz wouldn't you love to be a gansgsta too? at me
I'm a he's a rider we some motherfuckin ridaz
wouldn't you love to be a rider too? at me
Hell Rell, Dipset, gang, what's good
Wouldn't you like to be a gangsta Talk to me!

[Hell
Yea I'm gettin out
So the judge boost the bail
run around saying what they gonna do to Rell(Nothin)
Two P-89's on me call me Ruger
niggaz talk about your bodies I don't shoot and tell
And you playing you ain't even close to culture
First you up then you down you rollercoaster?
Tre pound rubber what my holster holding
And a baby being born a fiend overdoser
Must have been my that did em man
I party on the yacht with some hoes or her friends
You tell a slut you her and miss her hug her and kiss her
I fuck her and diss her probably was your or sister
I got sucking dick, put product on the strip
Spray a pay a nigga just to bottle up a brick
But I'm trying to make that my dust move
A nigga what I was laid I hamma dosage

[Hell
For that paper snatch you up
Cruise pulling up
Cam I'm hungry now go head and kick Air Jordans up
Put hand on me your moms'll get it in the mail
I was buzzing more than you I was sitting in a cell
All the streets wanted to know was Hell Rell
There go Jim there go Killa but Hell Rell
There go Freaky but where's Hell Rell
I'm now everybody thanks for all the fan mail
But fuck a bitch I don't love either (Naw)
The powder black the coke is white so when I cook like jungle fever
A couple niggaz going to be shot in their
for every dollar that they got in their safe
See I'm something a phe-no-me-non (Yea)
I kidnap your kids their pajamas on (Yea)
And I slap a nigga just for stepping on my white on whites
I'm in the hood like peeling and Mike and Ikes