Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz want it

Ja
DMX
Def Jam hah
better stay the fuck out of our way
Understand that,
We doin shit straight gangsta style, Gotti style 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, cheese
I should em
Cuz see me killin you don't mean
I'll put you through a of sufferin nigga
Then you'll that bridges ain't made to be burned
Drug is rightfully earned, well deserved
Some rules just think, are fit for
And Ja's make em large, that you fatefully break
you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully loaded
We can each other, meet at the Crossroads
And if I die tonight, in the words of Pac
My gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that
Niggaz is of all that, take your mom for ransom
Give little kids back, the way we do things
Never shells, never drop names
Roll with the game as it
Ja's to blame, I'ma let this share my pain
In my you can put it on my grave
"Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen days
And darkness done graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, here in Hell we don't fair
the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you here

Check it out
Check it out, it out
it out y'all
Check it out, it out
Check it out
it out, check it out
Check it out

Uh,
I make that get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act like they ain't how it's 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 me you ain't shit
You faggot
You know I coulda stuck it to you
Nigga I wasn't think 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 before I get
Or I'ma torture this niggaz little sister and him watch
Give a nigga a little room, now he's tryin to house
But I bet you get back on mouse shit
When I you in your mouth, bitch
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
Fuck me? No fuck you, now I gotta you
Fuckin bitch suckin dick like a
Put glocks back
Tryin to be the punk motherfucker that shot back
Got that? Didn't Get? You know you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm right?
You will respect this, cuz it 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 the heat
The done found your meat
Cuz the ground still hot from steam comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, up chunks of flesh
Then roll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to death
nuthin left but the memory of what used to be your life
Funeral payments, and dried up on my knife
Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, when on it's on
You up in the with some shades, cuz your eyes is gone
I know I'm wrong, why I did my dirt and slid
But you it happen, with that bullshit you did
Now you want peace? Well a piece of this ammunition
And get ass drug out the Hudson by some old man fishin
My mission is almost
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