Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz want it

Ja
DMX
Def Jam hah
Mutherfuckers better stay the out of our way
that, knawmean?
We doin this shit straight gangsta style, Gotti nigga
Fuck

Uh, uh, uh
the torture
The high class, to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this inner
is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, straight
I should em
Cuz see me you don't mean nothin
I'll put you through a lifetime of sufferin
Then you'll learn that bridges ain't to be burned
Drug money is rightfully earned, well
Some rules think, are fit for takes
And rules make 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 immortal of Pac
My niggaz gonna hunt you till you drop, believe
is capable of all that, take your mom for ransom
Give kids back, that's the way we do things
leave shells, never drop names
Roll with the game as it
Ja's to blame, let this world share my pain
In my you can put it on my grave
"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 play
Cross the line, my nine I'll be bringin you here

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it out y'all

Uh,
I moves that get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act like they ain't knowin how goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that's kid
Unmask that kid, at that bastard kid
That don't mind to break shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you ain't me you ain't
You faggot
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 gettin bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up
And I know it's just a matter of before I get shot
Or I'ma torture this niggaz little sister and make him
Give a nigga a little room, now he's tryin to shit
But I bet you get back on some mouse
When I punch you in 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 suck
Fuck me? No fuck you, now I touch you
Fuckin bitch suckin like a jockstrap
Put them back
to be the first punk motherfucker that shot back
Got that? Didn't Get? You where you gonna be layin right?
I'm you, hah, you know what the fuck 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 found the
The concrete found your meat
Cuz hittin the still hot from steam comin off
Eyes rolled in his head, coughin up chunks of flesh
Then roll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to death
Ain't nuthin but the memory of what used to be your life
payments, and dried up blood on my knife
Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, 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 made it happen, that bullshit you did
Now you peace? Well take a piece of this ammunition
And get your ass out the Hudson by some old man fishin
My mission is complete
This will self distruct in two seconds