Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

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Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, I'm gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q
Figg Side! They that gangsta shit
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What it do, young niggas? What it do, young
I got my in my cup, I got my Backwood, no swishers
And bitch, I'm faded, faded, yeah, I'm famous
What? I'm famous, fucking famous, I made it!
I was broke, I got me that nine
With my nine, I hit me lick
And then with that lick, it came that yola
that yola, it came with your bitch
And see now your bitch, she gon' work on corner
I don't care if ho got pneumonia
Give me racks and you get a quarter
She run game, I'm the only controller
So what's up now? Straight pimpin' over
Now put shit on verse, nigga
I be checking ass all on the curb,
You could tell she fucking with a Figg nigga
What it is, Perrier Jouet Rosé, I might relocate
Out of my mind, world, I'm hot, gotdammit, I'm fly
(Yay yay) My grandma me my first strap
My nigga Rat-Tone always had the gats, I finally got mine dirt nap
Real niggas die homeboy, we multiply
Shit, around my town you clown, that's suicide

Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta,
Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G
Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta,
Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, I'm gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q
Figg Side! They want that shit
Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, uh (Gangsta shit, shit)
Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, yak (Gangsta shit, shit)
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My momma said be that, that little nigga that sold crack
Gangbanger that street jack, always trying to figure the beef at
Knock, your brain on the doormat
nigga, what you call that?
We on block patrol, fuck your roll, got the gat on me
Nigga look, it's right
bark, you could die right here
Real gangsta niggas have no
Real niggas never tattoo tears
Hopping out of vans, your plans
All up, no Wu-Tang Clan
Three days lettin' off through that
Call bitch 3 for 10
I'm fucking up the again
Tags on the toes all amongst your
Let the barrel spin, get in
Embrace the funk, groovy as I'm running your system
Seem like you target Hindu victim
Red dot, chicken pox type
Sad day, had his all whole
Trying to the facts
We don't if he election black, we got a strap
Gangsta shit, shooting me if I'm or rich
I got a
Ain't sober, kush odor, soda's, crip stoner
Real soldier head, off with your shoulders, make

Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta,
Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G
Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta,
Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, I'm gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q
Figg Side! They want gangsta shit
Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, uh (Gangsta shit, shit)
Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, yak (Gangsta shit, shit)
Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, yak (Gangsta shit, shit)