Luyện nghe bài hát Gangster

[Verse 1:
There must've been about my careless upbringing
That got me into so much at school and shit
been the drugs at home, maybe I was just a foolish kid
I soaked up everything that I could the people that stayed at my house
Biker gangs, waking up to people that I didn't know out on my couch
Really didn't know at the time, that I didn't a normal life
And I took that attitude to a new neighborhood I had to learn to fight
And respect from the kids me was immediately minority
I guess it been that "I don't give a fuck about none of y'all" shit that sorted me
Out the rest of the haves, and the have-nots took me in as kin
Outcast, poor white trash, and that's where I learned to my friends
But I've always been a weirdo to my cause I wanted to go be an entertainer
He was selling rock out his
I was the and my best friend was a...

Yelawolf]
Gangster, gangster,
Aye, we gettin' into tonight?
Step into the ride, through the eyes of a motherfuckin'
Gangster,
So, am I gonna my life, to ride?
You're motherfuckin'
your best friend is a gangster

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Danger, we pistol banging, another
Rollin' in the Chevy, motherfucker, or die
Ridin' in the scraper low, it shake from side to
If the low, his burner on his side, murder on his mind
Only 21 and still he strives to stay
paranoia, too much pride to stay inside
Ain't no time to wait around, the safest place to hide
Drop a chopper, lay you down, it's the way to God
Grandmama him "Son, you gotta pray to God"
Gamble with your and then you gotta pay the price
Place your bet and roll the die, thank the Lord and to Christ
'Cause you almost spent life livin' as a young motherfuckin'...

[Verse 3: Big
Ever in the eyes of a G?
Cold, cold world that's you gon' see
When the cash up, masks go on
Chevy slow up, that's it's gon' be
Game so hot that a might melt
OG stripes up under my
Do it by myself, I need no help
5-9 Hoover, nigga, hat to the
Big Henry, nobody else
Ten toes down, nigga, step!
If I pop that I'm a pop me a chump
Leave a nigga slumped with his chin in his
Bang, bang, bang, nigga, G shit
Half of these rappers live like this
On behalf of the streets I like this
Nobody really why it is like this
When it comes to a buck, I'm a
Go and hit the block a car collision
talkin' money, you ain't starvin', is ya?
You start to weight like they pausing in ya
So go and idle down, my nigga, pardon a
around and I'm a put a part in a nigga
Fuck around, I'm a pull apart the
a nigga, straight from the block
Lord, my nigga, you know the game stop, that's...