Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz want it

Ja
DMX
Def Jam hah
Mutherfuckers better the fuck out of our way
that, knawmean?
We doin this shit straight style, Gotti style nigga
Fuck

Uh, uh, uh
the torture
The class, toss to D
Grimy and gritty, outter in this inner city
is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, cheese
I should em
Cuz see me you don't mean nothin
I'll put you a lifetime of sufferin nigga
Then you'll learn that bridges made to be burned
Drug money is earned, well deserved
Some rules think, are fit for takes
And Ja's make em large, that you fatefully break
Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully
We can murder each other, at the Crossroads
And if I die tonight, in the words of Pac
My niggaz gonna hunt you till you drop, believe
Niggaz is capable of all that, take your mom for
Give kids back, that's the way we do things
Never leave shells, never drop
Roll the game as it change
Ja's to blame, I'ma let this world share my
In my you can put it on my grave
"Here a lost soul of rage, seen brighter days
And outta darkness graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, in Hell we don't play fair
Cross the line, with my nine be bringin you here

Check it out
Check it out, it out
it out y'all
Check it out, it out
it out y'all
Check it out, it out
Check it out

Uh,
I moves that get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act they ain't knowin how it's goin
Dizown, the dizark, cuz that's that kid
Unmask that kid, look at that kid
That mind having to break shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you me you ain't shit
You fuckin
You know I been stuck it to you
Nigga I even think about fuckin wit you
But I bet now I know your man is thinkin twice who to fuck wit
Shit is bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up with
And I know it's just a matter of before I get shot
Or I'ma torture this niggaz sister and make him watch
a nigga a little room, now he's tryin to house shit
But I bet you get back on some shit
When I punch you in your mouth,
Aaaah, a nigga broken off
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes off dick
How you feel, eatin a straw he has to suck through
Fuck me? No fuck you, now I touch you
Fuckin bitch suckin dick a jockstrap
Put glocks back
Tryin to be the first motherfucker that shot back
Got that? Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be layin
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the I'm sayin right?
You will respect this, cuz it gets when I cut the
Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun, you be "What the--Nooo!"
But too late cuz the heat-seaker done found the heat
The concrete done found your
Cuz hittin the ground still hot steam comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, up chunks of flesh
Then niggaz'll roll with his death, beatin punks to death
nuthin left but the memory of what used to be your life
Funeral payments, and dried up blood on my
motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on it's on
You up in the casket some shades, cuz your eyes is gone
I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my and slid
But you made it happen, that bullshit you did
Now you want peace? take a piece of this ammunition
And get your ass out the Hudson by some old man fishin
My mission is complete
This will self distruct in two seconds