Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

We it to the fullest
it gangsta mang
You know them niggas the dirty
Do them gangsta
Hoes it when I pull up in my big ol' truck
smokin good
With that touchin they butt
Call it what'chu
I do it with the
it how I live it
Fat Boy, he
Watch say
My squad play
My like Viagra
Make you all day
Don't about it, be
it like a G
I pop it a Ruger

Ya girlfriend it
She tell me I see her
She like you hate me
I it like Aaliyah
Back and forth, up and
Harder, and
She hit me on my cell-phone, and beeper
A regular nigga makin money on my mind
A young hustla
on the grind
See me ya see me
Never know I be pullin up
Four-door, foreign, or big rims on truck
That's me with the comin out the roof
On the or in the booth, yo
Hustle!
T.I.P!
go!
Ohhh!
Aye
it what'chu want
I it to ya real
it how I live it pimp
It is it is
can't kick it where I kick it
They ain't how I live
Ain't just another run of the mill rapper a deal
Wanna my buttons?
Tryin'a test my
in shoot-outs
But to my vest, I'm livin
All so called villains
Who act women
Really make me
Don't me stick this
Fourty-fo' and elope yo slip
Un-load this
the gun go "click! "
Niggas try Tip
I'm a do him like
Paint a picture, draw a

And erase his
Send niggas to ya house
That'cha didn't
Do some to ya wife
That'll ya life
I don't think you can
What that's to be like
Instead of all the time
Ya should be to do right
Put a in ya mug
Make ya in ya shorts
Have ya at the wake
Cryin, ya corpse
Yeah, I know the ice is
I'm a glisten, of
And niggas still whining
Like some and whores
I ain't gon' stop
I see my pitch and fork
No, I'm a be richer you
My pops was than yours
It's
I know y'all wishin me dead
But I keep it instead
Get this shit in ya
it what'chu want
Well, I'm up in a big ol' truck
I in my rear-view, I saw a big ol' butt (Daaamn!)
I'm like "Hey Ms. Parker, you gon' let me fuck!? "
She "When you put some 23's on ya truck"
So I flipped me a brick in a of days
I hit the mall for and couple of Jay's
And jack!
Cause you will a couple of strays
me, Ball, and T.I.
Pack a of K's
Cause we gangstas
And you a motherfuckin
Get out-of-line and I'm a have to come ya
I'm "Trill" with' a "Pocket Full of Stones"
You I'm ridin dirty
on my Sprint phone
My paint dubbed
I'm on Lorenz'
Cause down in
We roll twenty-twen'
And we, bang (Bang Screw)
And sip that
Nigga, we straight the streets
You too commercial,
Call it what'chu