Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang Anyway

Um, yeah palms sweating guess time for the murder
My my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black
Any gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold
I'm that on the corner looking dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't to change
Far average, I'm smoking this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops
Big cribs, four bars, pipe dreams
You only gangsta through your bop
Might set the reason for the scene
Fill up the city madness
We the reason the hearses your hood and holding up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my
Better than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard everyday
homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg

Though we still bang anyway, uh

B's and them h's, tats on faces, Glocks with
Chucking up the hood then like 80 out that window
The make you limbo
Gotta keep them antennas up, down Central
niggas with skinnies, moving with them semis
Catch your ass leaving the club, murk you at
till it's empty, it seems so unreal
'Til the got you using tables as a shield
East side, west side, niggas chastised
Dropping fruit flies, we all know who die
We all go on Insta and get the rundown
A 15 second until he put the gun down
OG's who took more shots like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on face like cosmetics
up big ass B's is my fetish
Type of shit make you go brazy if I let it
Niggas got zippers, and prosthetics

Though we still bang anyway, uh

Hundred days, nights, nigga
Let the K'ss scream 'til we see the red and lights, nigga
From the to the hundreds, nigga
From Park to Bounty hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
age as the kids in Iraq now
LA Chiraq now, funerals is now
Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the
Grandmother get shot walking out the
How that
Niggas don't really it but we grew up in it
City of angels, of the beast get chewed up in it
Started as Black Panthers, everything power, pro black
Started off unified the FBI know
A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no
False imprisonment, huey P, Geronimo
Now close eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back
Picture us chained together the boat, that's a Kodak
And today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback
Stolen identities, God left us without lowjack
to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains
Got tired of getting hanged so we started our own
Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' caught a slug
And that was the first a crip ever killed a blood
Now the is worldwide cause it is what it was
We know the history and we the shit could end any day

Though we still gang anyway, uh