Luyện nghe bài hát Call It Gangster

[Petey
I was so glad, when said unto me
Let us go into the house, of the

[Chorus: Petey
If you don't call gangster, I don't know what a gangster is
If you don't call gangster, you don't know what gangster is
Said it's one thing to be real, but real ain't all a is
If you don't call this gangster, you don't know what is
I

Pablo:]
I was so glad...

I smoke with the folks that came in when I came in
I don't smoke with bitches cause I don't know they mouth been
Dawg I'm a celebrity, I got fans, I don't friends
I don't need security, they ain't checked me when I came in
All that you with, is what I already did
The life you choose to emulate, the life I live
Dream house, dream car, past that
money that you makin, was my champagne tab
Dawg, yo' girl? Be cool, relax
I need her tonight, call the phone, you can get her back
You gon' ball then ball, you gon' then mack
Your mouth sayin one thang, but your don't say that
You told me all aboutcha, and I ain't asked
at ya, nervous, jittery, can't stare me in the eyes can ya?
Real recognize real, you deceive a gangster
Short Dawg, Petey Pab', what was thankin?

[Too
I you wanna live the good life
New car, new house, it look like?
You'll never see it, to be somethin that you're not
You runnin to the car cause you don't get shot
But at the bar you was
even no straps in your car, you better call the law
They got guns, you got a phone
Do some gangster shit, and get the on
... You all that shit
But a of ass-whuppins, that's all y'all get
tough in the club
You found out you was with some thugs; put them hands on ya
So fast you ain't know what
seen 'em ridin in a fo' do' cabin
Tryin to kill you, shit is real fool
You won't survive in the if you don't know the rules

[Dolla
Black Continental, suicide golds
Gators hit the flo', I ain't at the do'
While you fly outside, waitin for the guest
And to get frisked, it's niggaz like me with heat
That'll ya crisp
I'm at some work, you would open your to kiss
Why you at the bar, roused off
No longer courageless, grabbin hoes by the
Chose one, mix hit, so you wet her clothes
And BITCH - put it on thick, like Lonzo in "Training Day"
Not she with a clique, that's aimin at your face
Soon as they get word, hope friends don't desert
And valet got your parked next to the curb
You a gangster, L7
Quick to bail out, a nigga in jail stressin
A lesson to be learnt, bout a gangster is
Not do we roll deep, so do a gangsteress