Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta ****

Yeah, talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the
You know what I
Fucking head blown off nigga, you

They, they talking that, that gangsta
They ain't about man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap, show me where at
I'll stop 'em from talking that

They, they talking that, that gangsta
They ain't about that man, matter of
me my strap, show me where they at
I'll 'em from talking like that

I'm the talk to hit every barber shop and beauty
'Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit I'm on
50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the

But when I through, shh the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the I rock
All the hoes I got, 'cause he stunts in the

Now, naw, you the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been the bad man, bitchy as guerrilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the
So if you with me you gon' eat and you starve if you not

Weed smokers love me like they Buddha
I'll send kids through the shooter
Crip niggas love me like they Hoova
tell me see careful good

'Cause niggas see like you
ain't used to a G like you, bam

They, talking that, that gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, of fact
Hand me my strap, show me where at
I'll stop 'em from talking that

They, they talking that, gangsta shit
They about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap, me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like

You think you a killer but we just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody it
I keep a on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out Lebron James

Holla my name, a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, we eating
Full of anger there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get and don't know who to blame

A nigga me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with ganja

Ride no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, shit I just don't discuss
So point him out and how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga y'all

They, they talking that, that shit
ain't about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap, me where they at
I'll stop 'em talking like that

They, they talking that, gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, matter of
Hand me my strap, show me they at
I'll stop 'em talking like that

Come on,
I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the
I got a long that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas understand though
Probably 'cause my hand glow I'm anticipating the lambo

Lean out my bucket for thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man
rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, applesauce

for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the they might have
My buying so much ammo if you reach in the couch
For loose change, probably feel on the handle

Holding sixteens to get your bandages and bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both
There's only one team on top, we number one a glock
Don't fuck and get your dumb ass shot

They, talking that, that gangsta shit
ain't about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap, show me where at
I'll stop 'em from talking like

They, they talking that, that shit
They ain't that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap, me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like