Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta

Ollie ollie, free
Like one, two,
Red light, light, one, two, three
Yo, I pop six boxes, some scalezes, uh

the ball, I'ma smack that shit
Yeah, ohh, goin',
Yeah, yeah, up son?
Yo, I got this twenty two nigga me like

Nah, I got no bullets
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Top two for five, for five, we rollin'

Now I'm in too
sixteen already hold a name in the street
Makin' the fifth scream, rockin' niggas to sleep
Make a fiend strip naked, 'cuz he for a week

Now the Squad's recognized, supplyin' connects with pies
Pumpin' pounds of weight, like exercise
Joe been quarter five with dope and homicide
Long before Charlie got knocked, until died

Young and not givin' a
There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I and left 'em shit outta luck
I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, number spots
me to my room while he was puffin' pot

Still I use to peak from the door, believe what I saw
Stacks of on the bed and the floor
It wasn't til' I did what he did
I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life he lived

I went from grams O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin' hoes on some Goldie
I'ma by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my team elected me

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My was a gangsta

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My daddy was a
(Yeah, unh, yo, unh)

Here goes this chick ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme we see her do it again
She started out fuckin' that resembled her father
Mom knew shoulda schooled her, but the didn't bother

You blame her 'cuz she got it from her
She was a rider jump, her pop's died in the hands of a chump
Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's girl
Now she's bandanas, no more Shirley Temple girl

Now she be runnin' wit some scramblers be down in Alabama
Packin' hammers, screamin', "Life doesn't matter"
a vicious cycle, her game is pretendin' to like you
Thinkin' you gettin' head, but she's just duckin' so they can you

Movin' from state to state, everythin' from guns to trains
And pushin' packs eight to eight
You know I say her name, but she was a looker
Pretty thin', such a shame how this has took her

Now she's raisin' Hell in the cell, no his are hollerin'
You might the same fate if you repeat the followin'
drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix
End up locked up or dead in a casket, it

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My was a gangsta

Gangsta,
I wanna be a
My was a gangsta