Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

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

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

Don't matter, still be fine hoes to gather
Pick 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 satin in my hand, the gat on my lap
'Coz it's hatin' when you're an' your pockets is fat
Don't act for a minute your 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 stickin' to the script an' changin' up
You know we keep it bangin', don't fake the
it real, motherfucka, stay gansta'd up

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

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

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

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

I must stay up 'coz it just lives in me
An' I seen 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, 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, 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 you wanna be me now
It a whole lot to be Snoop 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 catch me R an' B
I be in a 3 piece suit 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 muthfuckin' do do

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

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 niggaz stay gangsta'd up

We makin' paper only suckas claim to
By to the script an' neva 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, Loc, yeah
My nigga, on the beat, bustas for life
Side

You can't spell the without the E, S
Ah, yes, we connectin',
how we do it, do it to 'em
An' we out, see ya