Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

I bang the gang that don't need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West Central
Credentials, to kick an' rip shows
Dip 4s an' hoes while the indo blow

You know West coast low mentality
on reality but livin' in a hole 'notha galaxy
We keep it straight hard but the spot
Bangas snatch in the parkin' lot

Don't matter, there still be fine to gather
Pick about the thickest an' I gots to have her
It's routine, the clean, let's hit the sho'
You know we all once they glimpse the po'

Wit the satin in my hand, the gat on my lap
'Coz it's hatin' when you're an' your pockets is fat
Don't act for a like your ass surprised
Just the real way that gangstas ride

If it ain't chronic, don't it up
An' if it ain't a Chevy, raise it up
You know we it bangin', don't fake the funk
So all the real niggaz gangsta'd up

We makin' paper only claim to touch
By stickin' to the an' neva changin' up
You know we keep it bangin', don't fake the
it real, motherfucka, stay gansta'd up

It's down, motherfuckaz, like dat
Sounds like Battlecat upstairs wit Zapp
An' the knockin' stop
I hope nobody call the cops

It don't stop, the beat'll make pop block
Nah betta yet 'coz dis shit'll keep your cocked
You think I'm trippin'? Fool, I ain't
You betta read up on dis shit to keep the non-fiction

out for the friction
Dis West coast on mine an' anybody dssin', nigga, listen
Dogg House style I'm a gangsta Crip
C walkin', holdin' on the clip

Now you be a friend
But you gonna make me unload an' slap the clip in reload
You go toe to toe?
Sit my pistol down on on the pound, nigga, hell, no

I must gangsta'd up 'coz it just lives in me
An' when I seen enuff, I guess dats I'll free somebody
Once said Willie C., nigga, don't speak on me
I stop, so let me be, we are from the streets, somebody

I'm a Beach, East Side mad ass lunatic
bang, slap a bitch, nigga, out to get a grip
On the grind, gettin' mine, ask the on the 9
2 O, you

We still own who talk bitch shit
Real niggaz feel dis, let's get
Under the sun with the Young 2
an' all the DPGs

Down for whatever, who eva see me now
You like me, I guess you wanna be me now
It take a lot to be Snoop D O dub
You put it down an' always stay G'd up

All shoes with the G apparel
If I fall in the club, I might bust a of Stacy Adams
You neva catch me R an' B
I might be in a 3 piece lookin' way O.G.

Blazin' a ounce the homie, Cat
Or Ruff Dogg 'coz I puttin' hustlas on the map
I keep it fo' sho', do', lo'
An' got the muthfuckin' do do smoke

For all my locs an' ken folks, dis is for
Let me hit sum'thin', dog
of my clique
We an' dropin' nuthin' but the gangsta shit

If it chronic, don't blaze it up
An' if it ain't a Chevy, don't it up
You know we keep it bangin', fake the funk
For all my real niggaz stay up

We makin' paper suckas claim to touch
By stickin' to the script an' neva up
You know we keep it bangin', fake the funk
Keep it real, motherfucka, stay up

Gangstas, House
for the 9 5, plus for pennies
Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc,
My nigga, Battlecat on the beat, for life
Side

You spell the 'West' without the E, S
Ah, yes, we connectin',
how we do it, do it to 'em
An' we out, see ya