Luyện nghe bài hát Gotti Style

Niggaz want it

Ja
DMX
Def Jam hah
Mutherfuckers better the fuck out of our way
that, knawmean?
We doin this shit gangsta style, Gotti style nigga
Fuck

Uh, uh, uh
Ja's the
The high class, to D
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this city
is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me
End up wit a gun in your mouth, cheese
I should em
Cuz see me you don't mean nothin
I'll put you through a of sufferin nigga
you'll learn that bridges ain't made to be burned
Drug is rightfully earned, well deserved
rules just think, are fit for takes
And Ja's rules make em large, that you break
Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully
We can murder other, meet at the Crossroads
And if I die tonight, in the words of Pac
My niggaz hunt you till you drop, believe that
Niggaz is capable of all that, take your mom for
Give little kids back, the way we do things
Never leave shells, never names
with the game as it change
Ja's to blame, I'ma let this world 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 I swear, here in Hell we don't play fair
Cross the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you

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

Uh,
I moves that get me where I'm goin
Break fools that act like ain't knowin how it's goin
Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that kid
Unmask kid, look at that bastard kid
That don't having to break shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you me you ain't shit
You fuckin
You know I coulda been it to you
Nigga I even think about fuckin wit you
But I bet now I know man is thinkin twice bout who to fuck wit
Shit is gettin bad, I'm niggaz I grew up with
And I it's just a matter of time before I get shot
Or I'ma torture this niggaz little and make him watch
Give a nigga a little room, now he's to house shit
But I bet you get on some mouse shit
When I punch you in mouth, bitch
Aaaah, a broken off quick
Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes off dick
How you feel, with a straw 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 shot back
Got Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be layin right?
I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm sayin
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 late cuz the done found the heat
The done found your meat
Cuz hittin the ground still hot from comin off
Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up of flesh
Then niggaz'll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to death
Ain't nuthin left but the of what used to be your life
payments, and dried up blood on my knife
Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, when 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, that bullshit you did
Now you peace? Well take a piece of this ammunition
And get ass drug out the Hudson by some old man fishin
My mission is almost
This will self distruct in two seconds