Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Sh*T

Some of that uh, LTD Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, what I'm talking about
Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
You we keep it crunk around here, A-town style
Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what I wanna

Do you wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really wanna about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta

O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
Back with Stankonia, Family-ee
Pearl Cadillac on dics and vogues, flip flops, and Dickies
It's the of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and is C B-O-N-E
If you need some find your own
Ya girl gonna give you grief at
Just tell her these hoes wanna be on the same team she's laying on

Do you really wanna know about some gangsta
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon
Do you really wanna know about some shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta

Dope boys in the like to stack the dough
When come around can't let it go
my funds turn legit I'm gonna let you know
Ridin real good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's
Puttin cheese in ya stash, futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got in my back
Don't take no slack, you managing the trap
If you work out, gotta get it back
I trap by day boy, rap by
C-Bone in this bitch, Park trump tight

Do you really wanna know about some shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon
Do you really wanna know about some shit
Dirty South nigga we gangsta pimps

I'm pimp tight, a fuck, niggas know what's up
It's T-Mo and in the back of my truck
We gotta simple little problem we got to solve
It it ain't about the money, we got to handle the job
No or rags, just guns and masks
We not scared to blast and dip off
With the Dungeon clique, just a lick
Now what you really know about some gangsta shit

Do you really wanna know about some gangsta
Outkast, Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really wanna know some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta

Back on the scene, a sack of green sitting on and rubber bands
Paint looking Candyland, it's Slimm the South Paw triggerman
Flippin work and weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
Chop them hoez and you skate, back to the block wit the deflate
the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake
A young holdin big face foldin
Pimps are for catching runaways
A good hustler's known to keep his gun
First nigga run up and try to mine
First fuck up to get flat lined
Pack stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all don't wanna wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain danling, y'all know I'm from C.P

Do you wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the clique
Do you really wanna about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight pimps

wit a K, yeah them niggas are hard
Harder than a nigga to impress God
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck your card
And still take my guitar and a walk in the park
Any the sweetest melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my and I'm eating their verbs
Get full, and niggas,
Pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat,
As if pitbulls went out of style, a vow to myself
If for the wealth I'll stop well put I like this
It's like me selling some because my girlfriend wants to shop
reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your against the wall
Yeah, naw, we lean to the side don't fall
All fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on 2Pac
In front of them oooh wops, to show out, that's the ho route
Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta