Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Suono


Interfaccia


Livello di difficoltà


Accento



linguaggio dell'interfaccia

it

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Gestione dei Cookie   |   Supporto   |   FAQ
1
registrati/accedi
Lyrkit

donare

5$

Lyrkit

donare

10$

Lyrkit

donare

20$

Lyrkit

E/o supportarmi sui social. reti:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Master P

Heaven For A Gangsta

 

Heaven For A Gangsta

(album: Famous Again - 2013)


[Verse 1: Master P]
Is there a heaven for a gangsta?
My nigga dead, he didn't make the team, could've been the next ML King
Young niggas rolling with them triple beams, coming from the 'lean
But why a nigga spilling dreams, little homies dying over Twitter beefs
Black president, nigga shit concealed P
It's a dirty game when you got cash, bitches don't holler when a nigga on the dash
[?]
I really know them muthafuckas wanted me
And now the worlds got a Chief Keef, he's just a lil nigga trying eat
I remember bitch, 99'
It's the 21st century, I'm still getting mine
Lil niggas pay attention and all my real niggas know that I miss em'

[Hook: x4]
Is there heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

[Verse 2: Game]
Let my niggas see out
Hotbox the 7 'till the smoke start to seep out
Got on chains like a slave in the deep south
Could've been Michael Jordan but I took the Master P route
Had to take the street route, niggas know what we 'bout
Hard to snitch when the Glock knock your fucking teeth out
And I just voted for Obama nigga, but I'll still shoot you in front your momma, nigga
Word to Michelle, got stripes like gazelles
Pour hot sauce on the devil's food, strike him at your hell
Skipped that [?] just to take that scale
My favorite shrimp would drive a Maybach, I tipped that whale
Fish jelly in a Phantom with a chick that's pale
White America's nightmare; a rich black male
Used to work at Footlocker, had to use my brothers piss
I got the job but he got hit with the fifth

[Hook]

Fatto

Hai aggiunto tutte le parole sconosciute di questa canzone?