Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

[Big
Some of uh, LTD Lincoln 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 know

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

[Big
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so so clean
Back Stankonia, Dungeon Family
Pearl on dics and vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, is my drink
Stank, stank you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C
If you some back-up find Jerome,
ya girl gonna you grief at home
Just tell her these hoez wanna be on the same team that layin on

Dope boys in the trap like to the dough
When beef come can't let it go
my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, bath, it's 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 front work out, gotta get it right back
I by day boy, rap by night,
in this Bitch College Park trump tight

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

[Slimm
Back on the scene, a of green sitting on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking Candyland, it's Sllimm 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, stab the
A young holdin big face foldin
Pimps are known for catching
A good known to keep his gun away
nigga run up and try to jack mine,
first fuck up to get flat lined
Pack stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain dangling, y'all know that i'm C.P

[Andre
Outkast wit a K, yeah them niggaz are
Harder a nigga trying to impress God
We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck 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, lock to the, to the beat,
As if went out of style, made a vow to myself
If it's for the I'll stop, well put i like this
It's like me selling dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, or fall
I stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we lean to the side fall
All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your
Just to it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you're on reefer and on that Tupac
In front of oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route
Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta