Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz don't it

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

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the
The high class, to D
Grimy and gritty, outter in this inner city
Niggaz is definately assed-out, 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 lifetime of sufferin
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 Ja's rules em large, that you fatefully break
you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully loaded
We can murder each other, meet at the
And if I die tonight, in the words of Pac
My gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that
Niggaz is capable of all that, take your mom for
Give little kids back, that's the way we do
Never shells, never drop names
Roll with the game as it
Ja's to blame, I'ma let this world my pain
In my demise you can put it on my
"Here lies a lost of rage, seen brighter days
And outta done graduated, may he lay"
And I swear, here in Hell we don't play fair
Cross the line, with my nine I'll be you here

Check it out
it out, check it out
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it out y'all
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Uh,
I make moves that get me where I'm
Break fools that act they ain't knowin how it's goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that kid
Unmask that kid, look at bastard kid
That don't mind having to break shit or shit
And motherfucker, if you ain't me you shit
You fuckin
You I coulda been stuck it to you
Nigga I even think about fuckin wit you
But I bet now I your man is thinkin twice bout who to fuck wit
Shit is gettin bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up
And I know just a matter of time before I get shot
Or I'ma torture this niggaz sister and make him watch
Give a nigga a room, now he's tryin to house shit
But I bet you get back on some shit
When I punch you in mouth, bitch
Aaaah, a nigga off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he chockin off dick
How you feel, eatin with a he has to suck through
me? No fuck you, now I gotta touch you
Fuckin suckin dick like a jockstrap
Put glocks back
Tryin to be the first punk motherfucker that back
Got that? Didn't You know where you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know the fuck I'm sayin right?
You will respect this, cuz it gets reckless 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 concrete done found meat
Cuz hittin the ground still hot from comin off
rolled back in his head, coughin up chunks of flesh
Then niggaz'll roll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to
Ain't nuthin left but the memory of 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 casket with some shades, cuz your eyes is
I I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and slid
But you it happen, with that bullshit you did
Now you want peace? Well take a piece of ammunition
And get ass drug out the Hudson by some old man fishin
My is almost complete
This will self distruct in two seconds