Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

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

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

Don't matter, there still be fine to gather
Pick about the thickest bitch an' I gots to her
routine, the coupe clean, let's hit the sho'
You know we all fuckin' they glimpse the po'

Wit the in my hand, pack 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 recognize the real way gangstas ride

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

We makin' paper 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
Sounds like been upstairs wit Zapp
An' the knockin' don't
I hope nobody don't call the

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

Watch out for the
Dis West coast on mine an' anybody dssin', nigga, listen
Dogg House style 'coz I'm a 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 gangsta'd up 'coz it just lives in me
An' when I enuff, I guess dats when I'll 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 Beach, East 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 dis, let's get rich
Under the sun with the 2 Ones
TLCs an' all the

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

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

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

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

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
For all my niggaz stay gangsta'd up

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

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