Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz don't it

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

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the
The class, toss to D
and gritty, outter limits in this inner city
Niggaz is definately assed-out, wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, straight
I should em
Cuz see me killin you don't mean
I'll put you through a lifetime of nigga
Then learn 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
Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully
We can each other, meet at the Crossroads
And if I die tonight, in the immortal of Pac
My niggaz gonna you till you drop, believe that
Niggaz is capable of all that, take mom for ransom
Give little back, that's the way we do things
Never shells, never drop names
Roll with the as it change
Ja's to blame, I'ma let world share my pain
In my you can put it on my grave
"Here a lost soul 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 bringin you

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Uh,
I make moves get me where I'm goin
Break fools act like they ain't knowin how it's goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that kid
Unmask kid, look at that bastard kid
That don't mind having to break shit or take
And motherfucker, if you ain't me you 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 know 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 this niggaz little sister and make him watch
Give a nigga a little room, now he's to house shit
But I bet you get back on some 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 with a straw he has to suck
me? No fuck you, now I gotta touch you
Fuckin suckin dick like a jockstrap
Put them back
to be the first punk motherfucker that shot back
Got that? Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be layin
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm 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 heat-seaker done found the
The concrete done found your
Cuz hittin the still hot from steam comin off
rolled back in his head, coughin up chunks of flesh
Then roll 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 on my knife
motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on it's on
You up in the casket with some shades, cuz your is gone
I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and
But you made it happen, with that 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 mission is complete
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