Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

[Juelz
Oh, come on, fuck your boy
It's Santana, Heatmakers, we at?
Let me see you through
Killa, Jones,
Yeah man, I'm at it

a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
Go uptown to Harlem, 'em that I sent ya
Tell 'em August, I'm "Gon' Til' November"
I need a birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up
Call my bird, get my have her sent up (Please)
Call my niggaz, call my squad, 'em sent up (Please)
I see a I'm likin'
See niggas getting money in a town I like it
I run up on them the pound and light it
Like it's my now, all right kid?
He me quite clear
Then that thing banged out, ranged out the of his right ear
And I got back to my business, back to my
Back to the kitchen, that pyrex
Pop, I let that white sit in
Get hard, get rock, get to the block and
I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin
And this is how I'm getting, how I get it
Hey!

[Chorus: Juelz
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, on my handles
Listening to gangsta
I stood at hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Watching how the do it
I stood alone, getting dome, a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking

[Juelz
Now I see death around the
Gotta stay high, I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?
Nope, it's the where the skinny niggas ride
.45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive,
Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac,
One for Shyne locked inside, yeah
Two more for Cam, for over the Roc
Yeah, yeah, my year
So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't with me, no way
Jose or Camacho
blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all
I y'all before, ey!

[Chorus: Juelz
I stood alone the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the
Watching how the do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, math

I'm on the westside of Chicago, for a bust down
And make me put my two up, Touchdown!
You stay in touch now, but when I down
I'm like shorty, you better "Duck Down"
I must clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown
Where we money, take your bitch and ask you, what now?
Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks suckin'
my kids, go and kiss they cousin
Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing
then that, they go home and kiss they husband
That disgusting
the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'
This on my is nothing
To me it's just yellow and pink diamonds
Where I get the money for this? Don't think
You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via ho, Ta-to

[Chorus: Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my
Listening to gangsta
I stood at hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
how the gangstas do it
I alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking