Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Sh*T

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

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

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

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

Dope boys in the trap like to the dough
When beef come around let it go
When my funds turn I'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good Old National
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's
Puttin cheese in ya stash, un-taxable get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my
Don't no slack, when you managing the trap
If you work out, get it right back
I by day boy, rap by night
C-Bone in bitch, College Park trump tight

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

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

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

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

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

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