Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz don't it

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

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the
The high class, to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in inner city
Niggaz is assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, cheese
I bust em
Cuz see me killin you don't mean
I'll put you through a of sufferin nigga
Then you'll learn that bridges made to be burned
Drug money is earned, well deserved
Some rules think, are fit for takes
And Ja's rules em large, that you fatefully break
Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 loaded
We can murder each other, at the Crossroads
And if I die tonight, in the words of Pac
My gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that
Niggaz is of all that, take your mom for ransom
Give little kids back, the way we do things
Never leave shells, drop names
Roll with the game as it
Ja's to blame, I'ma let this world my pain
In my demise you can put it on my
"Here lies a lost of rage, seen brighter days
And outta done graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, here in Hell we don't fair
the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you here

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

Uh,
I make that get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act they ain't knowin how it's goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that kid
Unmask that kid, at that bastard kid
That mind having to break shit 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 think about fuckin wit you
But I bet now I your man is thinkin twice bout who to fuck wit
Shit is gettin bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up
And I know just a matter of time before I get shot
Or torture this niggaz little sister and make 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 you in your mouth, bitch
Aaaah, a nigga broken off
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the he makes chockin off dick
How you feel, eatin with a straw he has to through
Fuck me? No fuck you, now I gotta you
Fuckin bitch suckin dick a jockstrap
Put them glocks
Tryin to be the punk motherfucker that shot back
Got that? Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be layin
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the I'm sayin right?
You will 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 done found your meat
Cuz hittin the ground hot from steam comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, up chunks of flesh
Then niggaz'll roll with his monstrous death, beatin to death
nuthin left but the memory of what used to be your life
Funeral payments, and dried up blood on my
motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on it's on
You up in the with some shades, cuz your eyes is gone
I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and
But you it happen, with that bullshit you did
Now you want peace? Well take a piece of ammunition
And get your ass drug out the Hudson by some old man
My mission is almost
This will self distruct in two seconds