Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

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

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

matter, there still be fine hoes to gather
Pick about the thickest bitch an' I gots to her
It's routine, the clean, let's hit the sho'
You know we all fuckin' once glimpse the po'

Wit the in my hand, pack the gat on my lap
'Coz it's hatin' when skatin' an' your pockets is fat
act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just recognize the real way that gangstas

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

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

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

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

out for the friction
Dis coast on mine 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' slap the clip in reload
You go toe to toe?
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 seen enuff, I 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
Under the sun with the Young 2
an' all the DPGs

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

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

a ounce with the homie, Cat
Or Ruff Dogg 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 hopin' an' nuthin' but the gangsta 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 real stay gangsta'd up

We makin' paper only suckas claim to
By stickin' to the script an' neva up
You we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk
Keep it real, motherfucka, gansta'd up

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

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