Luyện nghe bài hát Come Gangsta

The red hair and the, and the paint in his face
Whoa, hold on, man, is losin' it, man
He's not as grounded as he to be
was a devil worshiper

Now have you seen a black dude red hair, beard
I look, he look scary to me too
Man, that Tech man, he sellin' out, man
That's, that's, he's doin' that for the white folks
That's shit he doin', man

been writing for nineteen years for sure
Hate rules in times, niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me and then try to tell me, gangsta
And then me to Nelly, where ya bang bra?
So this gonna tell me
So called gangsta niggaz who the fuck has been the bigger G

Hey, been bustin' and fizz-knuckin' bitches
It is nothin' for years puffin', I've been riches from his muffin'
Here's fuck you this is toughin' I
Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' tellin' me shit is hella fake

Say, since way back in the days rappin' the happen
I raised raves craves the days was blade packin' and stage
They's wackin' Nina stay laid and I
Rap at niggaz constantly they never the money Nina makes

Hey, this is how niggaz formulate they hatin'
You fuckin' fornicate your
We can correlate 'cause you fakin', huh?
Who's in through bacon, huh?
Who's keepin' this shakin',
Got any questions Tech and Tecca Nina niggaz, know the rest

Gay, is all you punks and Bades
Diss in your won't get played on the radio
Two for an old lady, bro
Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no, wanksta won't face me though
Talkin' shit and bunch my people tellin' me I really need a vest,

I rep the harder than any of you niggaz
Wherever I stand my bills the same
And you got the to tell me

Come gangsta, throw rags in the air
And know that nobody there will to your gangsta
pants to the floor
Every woman's a or a whore when you're a gangsta
Pack ya in the club if they shrug
And them thugs mean mug ya come
Is what sayin' to me

I been done come with a gun
For the who bump they gums who the one
Said a nigga gonna make another record
Said I was wack and washed up,

Said a nigga might scare ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare, he comes
With red hair and my face

They say gangsta Messy Marvin, Colione is so
But I really ain't gangsta I to come up wit a gangsta
the scratch on my nigga Fat Tone is so gangsta
You need a bit of that gangsta, you to hang wit a gangsta

Mr. Stinky so gangsta, Brotha Lynch is gangsta
The Figga is gangsta, 57 RDVs are so gangsta
That 50 is gangsta, they say

When you in them streets, creep,
'Cause some gangstas want a blast 'cause I run with the red rags
And tryin' to make the flash, try to swipe my bread stash
That's that bullshit I'm gon' skip and try to go and get the grip

Okay, you niggaz kill me in Nosferatu bit my shit
'Cause you niggaz me, surprised I got you right here with my shit?
So you gotta be thankful to
By the way what's gangsta to you?
Money, dope and alcohol and plenty all up on your dick
I got

How can C-Bo be
How can Yukmouth be
How can be wrong?
How can be wrong, bitch?

gangsta, throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody will compare to your gangsta
Saggin' to the floor
Every woman's a bitch or a whore when you're
Pack ya guns in the club if they
And them thugs mean mug ya gangsta
Is what sayin' to me

I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long
I left Kansas City so them cats can gon' shine
But it seems these punks are confused I'm my own kind
But I'm back on deck 'cause Kansas City is who's throne?

This ain't no punk shit, nigga this is at it's finest
I this shit so all you simps can rewind it
Meaning, you pussies who say this Tech shit ain't for real
And try to disregard the real, you mothafuckers is hard to

I get your death 'cause I'm the King, bitch
Money, groupies, and alcohol and bling shit
But I stay ahead of the game and you is so lame
'Cause my mobbin' gangsta track demolish your whole team

been with every rapper who's legendary
Underground to know that Tech is very hard
'Cause I bring the hater, love me 'cause I'm leader
Bitches, they my peter, while I drinkin' margaritas

Niggaz get down, seven displayed sounds
the Crazed Clown, lines like sprayed rounds
This is for all you haters who don't bump my
If you say this ain't gangsta you can my dick

I might look a Clown, huh
But you niggaz sound a mothafuckin' circus
Fuck you

This nigga is the nigga movin' man
I mean, Tech N9ne will all you niggaz
From the stage show, to rockin' the mic, you it
That's why I roll wit him, he my rapper, real talk, Tech N9ne