Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

I bang with the gang that need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South
Credentials, to flows an' rip shows
Dip 4s an' pimp hoes while the indo

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

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

Wit the in my hand, pack the gat on my lap
'Coz it's hatin' when you're skatin' an' pockets is fat
act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just recognize the real way gangstas ride

If it ain't chronic, blaze it up
An' if it ain't a Chevy, don't 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 to the script an' neva changin' up
You we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk
Keep it real, motherfucka, stay up

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

It don't stop, the make your pop block
Nah betta yet 'coz dis keep your glock cocked
You I'm trippin'? Fool, I ain't bullshittin'
You betta 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 style 'coz I'm a Crip
C walkin', holdin' on the clip

Now you wanna be a
But you gonna make me unload an' slap the other clip in
You go toe to toe?
Sit my pistol on ground 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, don't on me
I won't stop, so let me be, we are the streets, somebody

I'm a Long Beach, East Side mad ass
bang, slap 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 talk shit
Real feel dis, let's get rich
the sun with the Young 2 Ones
TLCs an' all the

for whatever, who eva wanna see me now
You lookin' like me, I guess you 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 with the G apparel
If I fall in the club, I might bust a pair of Adams
You catch me lookin' R an' B
I be in a 3 piece suit lookin' way O.G.

Blazin' a with the homie, Cat
Or Ruff Dogg 'coz I love hustlas on the map
I it gangsta 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
of my clique
We hopin' an' dropin' nuthin' but the gangsta

If it chronic, don't blaze it up
An' if it a Chevy, don't raise it up
You know we it bangin', don't fake the funk
For all my 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

Gangstas, Dogg
Sum'thin' for the 9 5, for pennies
Tray-Dee, Loc, yeah
My nigga, Battlecat on the beat, bustas for
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