Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

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

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

Don't matter, there still be hoes to gather
Pick the thickest bitch an' I gots to have her
It's routine, the coupe clean, let's hit the
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 skatin' an' pockets is fat
Don't act for a like your ass surprised
Just recognize the real way that ride

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

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

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

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

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

Now you wanna be a
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 must stay up 'coz it just lives in me
An' when I seen enuff, I guess dats when free somebody
Once said from 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, East 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 bitch shit
Real niggaz feel dis, get rich
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 whole lot to be D O dub
You gotta put it down an' stay G'd up

All Star shoes 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 suit lookin' way O.G.

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

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

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

We makin' paper suckas claim to touch
By stickin' to the script an' changin' up
You we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk
Keep it real, motherfucka, gansta'd up

Gangstas, House
Sum'thin' for the 9 5, plus for
Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc,
My nigga, Battlecat on the beat, bustas for
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