Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, shit
Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta

I understand why y'all is mad at me
around like, "Damn, that could be me"
All the and the bitches, livin' lavishly
But there's only one problem, ain't bad as me

Who could flip a record from a half a ki?
Then a gold album, do the math with me
Turn right around and go platinum, would be
it, I lost count, why don't you tell me the amount?

Since you gossip like groupies, notice
I go broke my name got two G's
J I two G A, I flip
Up on the platinum and be on the day

I be right there when mics blow out
I was there when your when on and when you lights go out
I'm right there with the same ice to up your house
bright enough to see the gun 'fo I wipe you out

I'm the stuff niggas write about, Jigga's a
J-Hova, end of the session, with me now

Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, shit

Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta
Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta

We from the 718
Got my chick in DMV at this very second runnin' plate
Two on your door, one gun in your face
Two blocks of C-4, I put one in safe

the safe in the bath tub, I got one plyer
You better this money don't catch fire
You so soft, no mask, no rope, one and I
Let this nigga run untie, I swear to God

You the type that talk loud, but nigga's white cloud
Soft as a baby bottom, you know Jay-Z him
I haven't heard him in a while and you how come?
His little faggot's in the dialing 911

the phone, get a grip, dog, you 'posed to be tough
What you tellin' the cops, huh, I'm takin' your and drugs?
In the underworld we take care of ourself
And another thing yo, we police

Either you follow the or don't sell cocaine
This life will swallow you whole, so get out the
Go to church every Sunday, nigga, and pray
And dealer, hehe, don't quit your day job
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Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta
Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta

Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, shit
Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangstam shit

Nigga who pop guns and rap jewels
Meanwhile burning in hell,
We the of attention
Show me for my nigga blazin', my niggas is made men

Gangsters, shit, get coke and sugar
Got hoes for every and never fuck they own
though the Feds got a sweatin' grip in the chrome
Commuter is disclosed, they tappin' the telephones

Dialin' a 213 now
Got some ladies, slap a up and send her down
Feelin' me, I wanna put hustle behind me
But every time I away, he's hittin' me blindly

I'm lookin' for the light, baby, and it is
But soon as the nigga smilin', the night gets
That's why we and y'all players
Take two to the heart, Inc., world most

Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, shit
Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, shit

Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta