Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

We it to the fullest
Keep it mang
You know them niggas the dirty
Do them thangs
love it when I pull up in my big ol' truck
They good
With that crocodile touchin they
Call it want
I do it with the
it how I live it
Fat Boy, he
Watch say
My squad play
My hood Viagra
Make you all day
Don't talk it, be
About it a G
I pop it like a

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, e-mail and
A regular nigga makin money on my mind
A young hustla
Always on the
See me ya see me
know when I be pullin up
Four-door, foreign, or big on American truck
me with the clouds comin out the roof
On the or in the booth, yo
Hustle!
T.I.P!
go!
Ohhh!
Aye
Call it want
I give it to ya
Spit it how I it pimp
It is it is
can't kick it where I kick it
They ain't live how I
Ain't another run of the mill rapper with a deal
push my buttons?
Tryin'a test my
in shoot-outs
But to my vest, I'm livin
All these so called
Who act like
Really me sick
make me stick this
Fourty-fo' desert and elope yo
this clip
the gun go "click! "
Niggas try Tip
I'm a do him this
Paint a picture, draw a

And his clique
Send some to ya house
That'cha didn't
Do some to ya wife
That'll damage ya
I think you can imagine
that's bout to be like
Instead of bitchin all the
Ya be tryin to do right
Put a in ya mug
ya piss in ya shorts
Have ya mama at the
Cryin, kissin ya
Yeah, I the ice is shining
I'm a glisten, of
And y'all niggas still
Like some bitches and
I ain't gon' grindin
I see my pitch and fork
No, I'm a be richer you
My pops was richer than
extradition
I know y'all niggas me dead
But I it pimpin instead
Get shit in ya head
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 "Hey Ms. Parker, when you gon' let me fuck!? "
She said "When you put 23's on ya truck"
So I me a brick in a couple 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
we some gangstas
And you a wanksta
Get and I'm a have to come shank ya
Cause I'm "Trill" with' a "Pocket of Stones"
You know I'm ridin
Talkin' on my phone
My paint two-tone
I'm sittin on
down in Texas
We twenty-twen' twens
And we, bang (Bang Screw)
And sip that
Nigga, we straight the streets
You too commercial,
Call it want