Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

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

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

Boi]
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so
with Stankonia, Dungeon Family
Pearl Cadillac on dics and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and
the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up Jerome,
ya girl gonna you grief at home
Just tell her these hoez wanna be on the same team she's layin on

Dope boys in the trap to stack the dough
beef come around can't let it go
When my funds legit i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good down Old
It's trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, natural
cheese in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my
Don't take no slack, you managing the trap
If your front work out, get it right back
I by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this College Park trump tight

[T-Mo
I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know up
It's and Outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple little problem that we got to
It like it ain't about the money, we got to the job
No colors or rags, just guns and
We not to blast and dip off fast
With the Dungeon click, just a lick
Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta

[Slimm
Back on the scene, a of green sitting on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw
Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the
Chop them hoez and then you skate, back to the block wit the
Grams the O's, stab the
A nigga holdin big face foldin
Pimps are for catching runaways
A good hustler's to keep his gun away
First nigga run up and try to mine,
nigga fuck up to get flat lined
Pack stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at
Of the chain dangling, know that i'm from C.P

[Andre
Outkast wit a K, them niggaz are hard
Harder than a nigga trying to God
We'll your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and take a walk in the
Any the sweetest melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
pop, pop, lock, to the, to the beat, beat
As if went out of style, made a vow to myself
If for the wealth I'll stop, well put i like this
It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or
I stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, naw, we lean to the side don't fall
All y'all fuck boys, toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on Tupac
In front of oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud talking bout gangsta shit