Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

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

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

Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my
Listening to music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the
Watching how the do it
I stood alone, dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Shaft, clocking math

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

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

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

Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my
to gangsta music
I stood at home on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Watching how the do it
I stood alone, dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Shaft, clocking math