Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz want it

Ja
DMX
Def Jam hah
Mutherfuckers better 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 limits in this inner
Niggaz is assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in mouth, straight cheese
I bust em
Cuz see me killin you mean nothin
I'll put you a lifetime of sufferin nigga
Then you'll learn that ain't made to be burned
money is rightfully earned, well deserved
Some rules just think, are fit for
And Ja's rules make em large, you fatefully break
Unless you 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 niggaz gonna hunt you you drop, believe that
is capable of all that, take your mom for ransom
Give little back, that's the way we do things
Never leave shells, never drop
with the game as it change
Ja's to blame, I'ma let world share my pain
In my demise you can put it on my
"Here lies a soul of rage, seen brighter days
And darkness done graduated, may he lay"
And this I swear, here in Hell we play fair
Cross the line, my nine I'll be bringin you here

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Uh,
I make moves that get me where I'm
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 to break shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you ain't me you shit
You faggot
You know I coulda stuck it to you
Nigga I wasn't even think fuckin wit you
But I bet now I know your man is 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 little 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 broken off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the he makes chockin off dick
How you feel, eatin with a straw he has to suck
Fuck me? No fuck you, now I touch you
Fuckin bitch dick like a jockstrap
Put glocks back
Tryin to be the first punk motherfucker that back
Got Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the I'm sayin right?
You will respect this, cuz it gets when I cut the
Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun, you be "What the--Nooo!"
But it's too late cuz the done found the heat
The concrete found your meat
Cuz hittin the still hot from steam comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, up chunks of flesh
Then niggaz'll roll with his death, beatin punks to death
Ain't nuthin left but the memory of what used to be 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 some shades, cuz your eyes is gone
I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my and slid
But you made it happen, with bullshit you did
Now you want peace? Well a piece of this ammunition
And get your ass drug out the Hudson by old man fishin
My is almost complete
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