Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz don't it

Ja
DMX
Def Jam hah
Mutherfuckers stay the fuck out of our way
Understand that,
We doin this shit gangsta style, Gotti style nigga
y'all

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the
The class, toss to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in inner city
is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, straight
I bust em
Cuz see me killin you mean nothin
I'll put you through a lifetime of nigga
Then you'll learn that ain't made to be burned
Drug is rightfully earned, well deserved
Some rules think, are fit for takes
And Ja's rules make em large, that you fatefully
you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully loaded
We can murder each other, meet at the
And if I die tonight, in the immortal of Pac
My niggaz gonna hunt you till you drop, that
Niggaz is capable of all that, your mom for ransom
Give little back, that's the way we do things
Never shells, never drop names
Roll with the as it change
Ja's to blame, I'ma let world share my pain
In my you can put it on my grave
"Here lies a lost of rage, seen brighter days
And darkness done graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, here in Hell we don't play
Cross the line, my nine I'll be bringin you here

Check it out
Check it out, it out
Check it out
Check it out, it out
it out y'all
Check it out, it out
it out y'all

Uh,
I make moves get me where I'm goin
Break fools act like they ain't knowin how it's goin
Dizown, the dizark, cuz that's that kid
Unmask that kid, look at that kid
That don't mind having to break or take shit
And motherfucker, if you ain't me you ain't
You fuckin
You know I coulda been it to you
Nigga I wasn't even think fuckin wit you
But I bet now I know your man is thinkin twice bout who to wit
is gettin bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up with
And I know it's just a matter of time I get shot
Or I'ma torture this niggaz little sister and him watch
Give a nigga a little room, now he's to house shit
But I bet you get on some mouse shit
When I punch you in your mouth,
Aaaah, a broken off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes off dick
How you feel, eatin with a straw he has to through
me? No fuck you, now I gotta touch you
Fuckin bitch suckin like a jockstrap
Put glocks back
Tryin to be the first punk motherfucker that shot
Got that? Get? You know where you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you what the fuck I'm sayin right?
You respect this, cuz it gets reckless when I cut the
Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun, you be "What the--Nooo!"
But it's too late cuz the heat-seaker done the heat
The concrete done found meat
Cuz the ground still hot from steam comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up chunks of
Then roll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to death
Ain't nuthin left but the memory of what to be your life
payments, and dried up blood on my knife
Y'all motherfuckers understand, when it's on it's on
You up in the casket some shades, cuz your eyes is gone
I know I'm wrong, why I did my dirt and slid
But you it happen, with that bullshit you did
Now you want peace? Well take a of this ammunition
And get your ass drug out the Hudson by some old man
My mission is complete
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