Luyện nghe bài hát The Gangsta Shit

It's like this, y'all niggaz been my turf
Ignore examples I've set ya play the dirt
It's one thing to do now, and that's to set it -
off, and show you motherfuckers boss
I don't play games, I just cock the
Squeeze the trigger twice and I'll out ya brains
I'm pissed, niggaz shouldn'ta fucked with this
I my fo-fifth, I puncture yo shit
I blast a nigga, bag stick a nigga
Got love for no nigga, now that's yo ass
It's war, so I suggest you call on your
Army fatigues ain't shit, 'cause y'all don't
I'm a mobster, callin all the shots
from a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two
Darin any motherfucker to test me
Ya in the jungle nigga
Witness a motherfuckin minute
I'll yo head with a tongue in it
And if you ain't one bitch stop actin
If ya don't want drama, then bitch askin

Y'all don't wanna - fuck around the gangsta shit
Fuck around with the shit
Y'all don't wanna - around with the gangsta shit
Fuck with the gangsta shit
Y'all don't wanna - fuck around with the gangsta
Fuck with the gangsta shit
Y'all wanna - fuck around with the gangsta shit
Fuck around with the gangsta

I refuse to be shorted, I to be defeated
depleated 'cause my rhyme's so heated
And you can't fuck with me, ya need to fakin
I'm on my sixth CD and still bangin (say what?)
You you hardcore then come show me
make sure ya comin for real when ya come fo' me
'cause if not, I'm floatin up yo' motherfuckin
Y'all some fraud niggaz, straight up broad
We niggaz, yeah - so fuck y'all niggaz!
Soutside I for all my Ward niggaz
We're and all killas, we came for the battle
The Mob back in the makin ya trunks rattle
If I had one dolla, for every nigga who
Face fell off, this whole world would be bought
Fuck that, be here until it's all over
And when it's all over, go back and slang
Can be stopped, not even by a bad
Fuck Jed and Chad, Jay, Prince, and Brad
Ain't enough bullshit in the states to come this
Mafia shit, yeah

Ain't bullshit in the United States to come stop this
shit, Mob shit...

It's gon' take more than just rappin, more than just
For y'all niggaz to up and just fuck Brad Jordan
Fuck you warden, and every motherfucker who
You safe from shit from a distance
Ya rap niggaz, comin around here
makin bullshit caps, bitch I'll ruin your career
I got mine all my self, get in line
And I'll destroy a slew of you niggaz, one at a
I'm the of a kind, you God-damn right
You can beat that, I'm just glad you see that
Is this my payback for puttin Houston down in the place?
Got the whole world screamin Mr.
The problem is, y'all boys, you niggaz
and the truth is, you hoes couldn't see me bifocals
I'm a killer in the flesh, I'm Rap-A-Lot's
I'm Prince's son, with no love for no one