Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

Ollie ollie, free
one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two,
Yo, I pop six boxes, play scalezes, uh

the ball, I'ma smack that shit
Yeah, ohh, goin',
Yeah, yeah, up son?
Yo, I got this twenty two nigga play me

Nah, I ain't got no
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Top two for five, three for five, we

Now I'm in too
Only already hold a name in the street
Makin' the fifth scream, older niggas to sleep
Make a strip naked, 'cuz he owed for a week

Now the Squad's recognized, supplyin' connects with pies
Pumpin' of weight, nigga like exercise
Joe been over quarter five dope and homicide
Long before Charlie got knocked, until died

Young and not a fuck
There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I buck and left 'em shit outta
I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin' number
me to my room while he was puffin' pot

Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't what I saw
Stacks of on the bed and the floor
It wasn't long til' I did he did
I was an kid and got exposed to the life that he lived

I went from into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin' on some Goldie shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team me

Gangsta,
I be a gangsta
My daddy was a

Gangsta,
I be a gangsta
My daddy was a
(Yeah, unh, yo, unh)

Here goes this chick doing ten in the
But 'less we rhyme we see her do it again
She started out dudes that resembled her father
Mom shoulda schooled her, but the bitch didn't bother

You couldn't blame her 'cuz she got it her
She was a from jump, her pop's died in the hands of a chump
Now she's mad at the world, no more little girl
Now she's rockin' bandanas, no more Shirley Temple

Now she be wit some scramblers that be down in Alabama
twin hammers, screamin', "Life doesn't matter"
It's a vicious cycle, her is pretendin' to like you
Thinkin' you gettin' head, but she's just so they can snipe you

from state to state, runnin' everythin' from guns to trains
And pushin' packs from eight to
You I can't say her name, but she was a looker
Pretty thin', such a shame how life has took her

Now raisin' Hell in the cell, no more his are hollerin'
You suffer the same fate if you repeat the followin'
Sell drugs, use drugs, get up in the mix
End up locked up or in a casket, that's it

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My daddy was a

Gangsta,
I be a gangsta
My was a gangsta