Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

I bang with the gang that need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South
Credentials, to kick flows an' rip
Dip 4s an' pimp hoes while the indo

You know that West low mentality
Focused on reality but livin' in a hole 'notha
We keep it straight but guard the spot
Bangas chains in the parkin' lot

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

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

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

We paper only suckas claim to touch
By stickin' to the script an' changin' up
You know we keep it bangin', don't the funk
Keep it real, motherfucka, stay up

It's down, motherfuckaz, like dat
Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit
An' the knockin' don't
I hope don't call the cops

It stop, the beat'll make your pop block
Nah betta yet dis shit'll keep your glock cocked
You think I'm trippin'? Fool, I bullshittin'
You betta read up on dis shit to the latest non-fiction

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

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

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

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

We still own niggaz who talk bitch
Real niggaz feel dis, get rich
the sun with the Young 2 Ones
TLCs an' all the

for whatever, who eva wanna see me now
You like me, I guess you wanna be me now
It take a whole lot to be 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 a pair of Stacy Adams
You catch me lookin' R an' B
I might be in a 3 piece lookin' way O.G.

Blazin' a with the homie, Cat
Or Ruff Dogg 'coz I love puttin' on the map
I it gangsta fo' sho', do', lo'
An' always got the muthfuckin' do do

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

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

We paper only suckas claim to touch
By stickin' to the an' neva changin' up
You know we it bangin', don't 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 can't spell the 'West' the E, S
Ah, yes, we connectin',
how we do it, do it to 'em
An' we out, see ya