Luyện nghe bài hát Gangstas

No Limit
(Ugh)
DPGC,
(Ha, ha)
Look here, you got crazy muthafuckas

In the same place at the same
(Yeah, P.)
You know this shit be off the hook
(It's gon' be the shit you ever heard)
For my bitches down south, southern
(Representin', ya me)

From the cold, hard of the LBC
To a with Mystikal and Master P
Real G's ship keys and shoot dice on their
And put pistols to the mouths of enemies
Old country ass with a gold in the front
Be the same muthafucka that get your ass stomped

Underestimatin' hatin' got you out cold
Tryin' to play my boy over, you was your hoe
Them South niggas off the shit that we write
niggas get killed, straight on sight
No ain't no gimmick, it's tragic you know
So be meddlin' with my boy and my hoe
Lay low, hit the floor, I'm

Yo P, me to the streets, that's where my heart is at
You make 'em say ugh, I make 'em say
we can flip the script and get grip
You got the crack, I got the bud
Mystikal, smack, you got the
in that gangsta shit on a night like that
You me, I blast you back, beeyatch

We 'bout to jump off with some shit
shit
We 'bout to hop off with some shit
Gangsta
Know what, 'bout to jump off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta

We 'bout to jump off with some gangsta
Gangsta
We 'bout to hop off with some gangsta
shit
Know what, we're to jump off with some gangsta shit
shit

Got this fuckin' party
You cappin' and braggin'
keep smugglin' in this game shit
Niggas ain't rappin' you say about gangsta rappin'
You get forever, my nigga, every day
you get fucked up nigga is where you lay
Time again I to tell you

But you ain't wanna what I say
Damn dog bombin', done made a mistake
We made so good
([Unverified])
Keep that gangsta shit up and down your hood
'Cuz only gangstas get down and to the bottom
Where y'all going, much, we'll see right through ya

I'll out hustle ya, can't put up a fight I out muscle ya
My don't give a fuck, attitude got ya feelin' uncomfortable
I got that there, you ain't saying shit
I'm colder a brand new pair of Stan Smiths
Fresher than a whole box of green
But I got to your head off
And put bullet in your Girbauds

We 'bout to jump off some gangsta shit
Gangsta
We 'bout to hop off with gangsta shit
Gangsta
Know what, we're 'bout to off with some gangsta shit
shit

B O U T we it
Real gangstas live muthafuckin'
And where you from is how you
you be or you're at
Fool, your back for these gangstas in that black from
Long to New Orleans
every nigga in the hood to the penitentiary
Tryin' to survive on streets

dope 'cuz the kids gotta eat
Put it in a car or a plane, Grey or a train
Sixty five when it came, eighty when it lay
I'm in love miss mo mo, candy painted four
skirt with convertible, fuckin' polo
Bring the stylins of your talk, I mean real gangstas talk
your mind and refugee
Alive and your cheeks like Pras be

We 'bout to jump off some gangsta shit
Gangsta
We to hop off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta
Know what, we're 'bout to jump off with some shit
Gangsta

We to jump off with some gangsta shit
shit
We to hop off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta
Know what, we're to jump off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta

We to jump off with some gangsta shit
shit
We 'bout to hop off with gangsta shit
Gangsta
Know what, 'bout to jump off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta
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