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' hoes while the indo blow

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

Don't matter, there still be fine hoes to
about the thickest bitch an' I gots to have her
It's routine, the coupe clean, let's hit the
You we all fuckin' once they glimpse the po'

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

If it chronic, don't blaze 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 niggaz gangsta'd up

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

It's goin' down, motherfuckaz, dat
Sounds like Battlecat upstairs wit Zapp
An' the don't stop
I nobody don't call the cops

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a ounce with the homie, Cat
Or Ruff Dogg I love 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 hopin' an' dropin' nuthin' but the shit

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', don't the funk
For all my niggaz stay 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

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