Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

I bang with the gang that don't need no
We run from East Long to West South Central
Credentials, to flows an' rip shows
Dip 4s an' pimp hoes while the blow

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

Don't matter, still be fine hoes to gather
Pick about the bitch an' I gots to have her
routine, the coupe 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 skatin' an' your pockets is fat
Don't act for a minute like 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 keep it bangin', fake the funk
So all the niggaz stay gangsta'd up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blazin' a ounce the homie, Cat
Or Dogg 'coz I love puttin' hustlas on the map
I keep it 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' nuthin' but the gangsta shit

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

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

Gangstas, Dogg
for the 9 5, plus for pennies
Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc,
My nigga, Battlecat on the beat, bustas for
West

You can't the 'West' without the E, S
Ah, yes, we connectin',
how we do it, do it to 'em
An' we out, see ya