Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

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

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

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

Wit the satin in my hand, the gat on my lap
'Coz it's hatin' when you're skatin' an' your is fat
Don't act for a minute like your ass
Just recognize the way that gangstas ride

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

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

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

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

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

Now you be a friend
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 gangsta'd up 'coz it just lives in me
An' when I seen enuff, I guess dats I'll 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, East mad ass lunatic
Gang bang, slap a bitch, nigga, out to get a
On the grind, mine, ask the homiez on the 9
2 O, you

We still own niggaz who talk shit
Real niggaz dis, let's get rich
Under the sun with the 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 bust a pair of Stacy Adams
You neva me lookin' R an' B
I might be in a 3 piece lookin' way O.G.

a ounce with the homie, Cat
Or Dogg 'coz I love puttin' hustlas on the map
I keep it 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
of my clique
We an' dropin' nuthin' but the gangsta shit

If it ain't chronic, blaze it up
An' if it ain't a Chevy, don't it up
You know we keep it bangin', 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 the funk
Keep it real, motherfucka, stay up

Gangstas, House
for the 9 5, plus for pennies
Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc,
My nigga, on the beat, bustas for life
West

You spell the 'West' without the E, S
Ah, yes, we connectin',
how we do it, do it to 'em
An' we out, see ya