Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz don't it

Ja
DMX
Def Jam hah
Mutherfuckers stay the fuck out of our way
that, knawmean?
We doin this shit straight gangsta style, style nigga
y'all

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the
The high class, to D
Grimy and gritty, outter in this inner city
is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, cheese
I should em
Cuz see me you don't mean nothin
I'll put you a lifetime of sufferin nigga
Then you'll learn that bridges ain't to be burned
Drug is rightfully earned, well deserved
Some just think, are fit for takes
And rules make em large, that you fatefully break
Unless you wanna get spanked, the 9 fully loaded
We can murder other, meet at the Crossroads
And if I die tonight, in the words of Pac
My niggaz gonna hunt you you drop, believe that
Niggaz is of all that, take your mom for ransom
little kids back, that's the way we do things
Never shells, never drop names
Roll the game as it change
Ja's to blame, I'ma let world share my pain
In my you can put it on my grave
"Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen 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 I'll be bringin you

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Uh,
I moves that get me where I'm goin
Break fools act like they ain't knowin how it's goin
Dizown, the dizark, cuz that's that kid
Unmask that kid, look at bastard kid
That don't mind having to break shit or take
And motherfucker, if you me you ain't shit
You faggot
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 bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up with
And I know it's just a matter of before I get shot
Or I'ma torture this niggaz 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 punch you in your mouth,
Aaaah, a nigga broken off
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes off dick
How you feel, eatin a straw he has to suck through
me? No fuck you, now I gotta touch you
Fuckin bitch suckin dick a jockstrap
Put them glocks
Tryin to be the first punk motherfucker shot back
Got that? Didn't Get? You know you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you 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 cuz the heat-seaker done found the heat
The done found your meat
Cuz hittin the ground still hot steam comin off
Eyes back in his head, coughin up chunks of flesh
Then niggaz'll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to death
Ain't nuthin but the memory of what used to be your life
Funeral payments, and dried up blood on my
Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, 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 dirt and
But you made it happen, that bullshit you did
Now you peace? Well take a piece of this ammunition
And get ass drug out the Hudson by some old man fishin
My is almost complete
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