Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

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

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

Don't matter, there still be hoes to gather
Pick the thickest 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 hatin' when you're skatin' 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, 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 only claim to touch
By stickin' to the script an' neva up
You know we keep it bangin', fake the funk
Keep it real, motherfucka, gansta'd 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 keep your glock
You think I'm Fool, I ain't bullshittin'
You betta read up on dis shit to the latest non-fiction

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

Now you wanna be a
But you make me unload 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 gangsta'd up 'coz it just in me
An' when I seen enuff, I guess dats when I'll free
said from Willie C., nigga, don't speak on me
I won't stop, so let me be, we are the streets, somebody

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

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

Down for whatever, who eva see me now
You lookin' like me, I 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 with the G
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.

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

For all my locs an' ken folks, dis is for
Let me hit sum'thin', dog
Beware of my
We hopin' an' dropin' but the gangsta 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 fake the
For all my niggaz stay gangsta'd up

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

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

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