Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

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

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

Don't matter, there be fine hoes to gather
about the thickest bitch an' I gots to have her
It's routine, the coupe clean, let's hit the
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 skatin' an' your pockets is fat
Don't act for a minute like your ass
Just recognize the real way that gangstas

If it chronic, don't blaze it up
An' if it a Chevy, don't raise it up
You we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk
So all the niggaz stay gangsta'd up

We makin' paper only claim to touch
By stickin' to the an' neva changin' up
You know we keep it bangin', don't the funk
it real, motherfucka, stay gansta'd up

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

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

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

Now you wanna be a
But you make me unload an' slap the other clip in reload
You wanna go toe to
Sit my pistol 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 said 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, East 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
niggaz feel dis, let's get rich
Under the sun the Young 2 Ones
TLCs an' all the

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

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

Blazin' a ounce the homie, Cat
Or Ruff 'coz I love puttin' hustlas 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 chronic, don't blaze it up
An' if it a Chevy, don't raise it up
You we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk
For all my real stay gangsta'd up

We makin' only suckas claim 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

Gangstas, Dogg
Sum'thin' for the 9 5, for pennies
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