Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

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

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

Don't matter, there still be fine 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 fuckin' once they the po'

Wit the satin in my hand, the gat on my lap
'Coz it's hatin' you're skatin' an' your pockets is fat
Don't act for a minute like ass surprised
Just the real way that 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 the funk
So all the niggaz stay gangsta'd up

We makin' paper only suckas to touch
By to the script an' neva changin' up
You know we keep it bangin', fake the funk
Keep it real, motherfucka, stay up

It's down, motherfuckaz, like dat
Sounds like been upstairs 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 shit'll keep your glock
You think I'm trippin'? Fool, I ain't
You betta read up on dis shit to keep the non-fiction

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

Now you be a friend
But you make me unload an' slap the other 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 'coz it lives in me
An' when I enuff, I guess dats when I'll free somebody
Once 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
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 bitch
Real niggaz feel dis, get rich
Under the sun with the 2 Ones
TLCs an' all the

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

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

Blazin' a with the homie, Cat
Or Ruff Dogg 'coz I love puttin' on the map
I it gangsta fo' sho', do', lo'
An' got the muthfuckin' 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, don't 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 real stay gangsta'd up

We makin' paper only suckas claim to
By stickin' to the an' neva changin' up
You know we keep it bangin', don't fake the
Keep it real, motherfucka, stay up

Gangstas, Dogg
Sum'thin' for the 9 5, plus for
Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc,
My nigga, on the beat, bustas for life
Side

You can't spell the 'West' the E, S
Ah, yes, we connectin',
how we do it, do it to 'em
An' we out, see ya