Luyện nghe bài hát She Gansta

(*humming*)

Now she's mo-ving the club, in her gangsta strut
Her weapon's loaded up, and now she's aiming to ow-ow
So gangsta, the way she
You a thug, I'm down with you
Instead of filling him up lead, with gun shots to the head
She's at the bar she's getting him drunk, and he taking shots to the
Now he's laying off in the bed, but no he's not really dead
See punk drunk and he passed out, while she dash out with his bread
You bum a clot see you done forgot, you dumb you not
Suppose to go buy a mall for a hoe, cause she wanna
See ya not suppose to buy a car lot, cause she want a
Maybe not go buy a mountain, just cause hoe wanted a rock
Niggaz better stick to the G-code, to hoes with my teeth froze
I peep hoes like a peephole, cause I'm sneaky I hoes
a thief out of the clothes, and they don't even expect it
One she's telling her friend I'm cute, until poof she's naked
Yes the thick hips and the big tits, and her lipstick and her cleavage
And her weave is weaponry, and security see this
She is dressed to kill, you blind if you she ain't a
Visual Soprano can't handle her, cause gangsta

(*humming*)

She it back and pull and shoot, cause she can see I'm pulling roofs
Off the top of the new drop, but she forgot I'm
My is a permanent vest, I guess I'm not who you thought
No matter how fine or smart, a can not damage my heart
Think you've guessed it right, trying to get you for your cream
But it's alright tonight, I've got a scheme
To hear nice things, like I wan' get between jeans
And then I'ma send you home, nothing but wedding dreams
See every cent is equivalent to a bullet, so it no
hoe, giving me the shooter run out of my ammo
I'm like in the cruiser, I maneuver with a Ruger
Cause I'm propped up on the non-stoppers, any jacker with a prover
Excuse her who you to sir, nigga I'm talking to you
See that hoe came in the with me, how could she walk in with you
Nigga I don't know I ain't certain, you gotta be no brain surgeon
If you got game then it ain't working, nigga getting two to the brain
You seen show t.v. Bachelor, how them ladies react
Well Chamillionaire's life is like, a episode of that
her car break down on a hill, I bet she make you get out and push
Taking that chick to Foot Locker, she never without a Swoosh and that's gangsta

(*talking*)

Million tempted by female, smelling so good
She get in bed he swelling, she him he sho' should
Sex and sweat and yelling, can tell I'm so hood
So I think I'm bout to her, I'm bout to tame her
Danger, you better believe she ain't ya
Average type of gangsta, excuse me what is your girl
Danger, she's dressed to she's gangsta
Looking like a model, while she's kissing trying to ya
Smoking holes in dead bodies, just pulling with their bodies
Full of tattoos matter who, running with boo and nails prbably
A drug dealer or a thug nigga, with a couple rocks in his shoe
up rocks till he get through, but he trying to get a knot to impress you
Tell me what the hell is his purpose, diamonds all on her fist
The reason you doing kiss, money could buy that guy he's worthless
Game tighter than her skirt is, as she leaves him in
she eases her cleavage out, and sees it's his weakness
Think, your body's the mood is right and if it seems
That you're not in love my money, more than me
be the king on the throne, you can be my queen
Baby get it on, come be on my dream team

(*humming*)

See I'm telling you fellas, she more gangsta than you'll be
She get cheddar can get a G, without the desert E'
Never shot been on a lot, but it wasn't for felonies
Man fussing and handcuffing, he doesn't let her free
Hispanic, Asian, Caucasian, my Black queens
Not all of them are do', though
Eighty percent of them, are only after that
She wanna candy do's, and ride 4's
But,
Baby I don't think so, I don't sooo
She slam, candy do's
Tell her I don't so, I don't think sooo