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
Fuck

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the
The high class, to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in inner city
is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in mouth, straight 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 ain't made to be
Drug money is earned, well deserved
Some rules think, are fit for takes
And rules make em large, that you fatefully break
you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully loaded
We can murder each other, at the Crossroads
And if I die tonight, in the immortal of Pac
My niggaz gonna hunt you till you drop, believe
Niggaz is capable of all that, your mom for ransom
Give little kids back, that's the way we do
Never leave shells, drop names
with the game as it change
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 darkness graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, in Hell we don't play fair
Cross the line, with my nine be bringin you here

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Uh,
I make moves get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act like they knowin how it's goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that kid
Unmask that kid, at that bastard kid
don't mind having to break shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you ain't me you ain't
You fuckin
You know I coulda stuck it to you
Nigga I wasn't even about fuckin wit you
But I bet now I know your man is thinkin bout who to fuck wit
Shit is 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 and make him watch
Give a nigga a room, now he's tryin to house shit
But I bet you get back on some mouse
I punch you in your mouth, bitch
Aaaah, a nigga off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes off dick
How you feel, with a straw he has to suck through
Fuck me? No fuck you, now I touch you
bitch suckin dick like a jockstrap
Put glocks back
Tryin to be the first punk that shot back
Got Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you what the fuck I'm sayin right?
You will respect this, cuz it gets 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 your
Cuz hittin the ground hot from steam comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up of flesh
Then niggaz'll roll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to
nuthin left but the memory of what used to be your life
Funeral payments, and up blood on my knife
motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on it's on
You up in the casket with some shades, cuz your eyes is
I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my and slid
But you made it happen, with bullshit you did
Now you want Well take a piece of this ammunition
And get your ass drug out the by some old man fishin
My mission is almost
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