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 kick flows an' rip
Dip 4s an' pimp hoes while the indo

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

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

Wit the in my hand, pack the gat on my lap
'Coz it's hatin' you're skatin' an' your 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, raise it up
You we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk
So all the real niggaz gangsta'd up

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

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

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

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

Now you be a friend
But you gonna make me unload an' slap the clip in reload
You wanna go toe to
Sit my down 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 when free somebody
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, 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 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' like me, I guess you be me now
It take a lot to be Snoop D O dub
You gotta put it an' always stay G'd up

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

Blazin' a with the homie, Cat
Or Ruff 'coz I love puttin' hustlas 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
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 it bangin', don't fake the funk
For all my real niggaz gangsta'd up

We makin' paper only suckas to touch
By stickin' to the script an' changin' up
You we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk
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
West

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