Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

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

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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 that gangsta shit
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My momma don't be that, that little nigga that sold crack
Gangbanger that jack, always trying to figure where the beef at
Knock, your brain on the doormat
nigga, what you call that?
We on block patrol, nigga your roll, got the gat on me
Nigga look, it's right
Bulldog bark, you could die here
Real gangsta have no fear
niggas never tattoo their tears
Hopping out of vans, deserting your
All hoodied up, no Wu-Tang
Three days lettin' off through that
Call that 3 for 10
I'm fucking up the streets
Tags on the toes all your friends
Let the spin, get blended in
Embrace the funk, groovy as I'm running through system
Seem like you only Hindu victim
Red dot, chicken pox type
Sad day, had his all whole
Trying to state the
We care if he election black, we got a strap
Gangsta shit, me if I'm broke or rich
I got a
Ain't sober, odor, kush soda's, crip stoner
Real soldier head, off with your shoulders, over

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
Side! They want that 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)