Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

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

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

Don't matter, there be fine hoes to gather
Pick about the thickest bitch an' I gots to her
routine, the coupe clean, let's hit the sho'
You know we all fuckin' once glimpse 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 like your ass surprised
recognize the real way that gangstas ride

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

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

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

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

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

Now you be a friend
But you gonna make me unload an' slap the clip in reload
You go toe to toe?
Sit my pistol on ground on the pound, nigga, hell, no

I must stay gangsta'd up it just lives in me
An' I seen enuff, I guess 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
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 dis, let's get rich
Under the sun 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 whole lot to be D O dub
You gotta put it down an' stay G'd up

All Star with the G apparel
If I in the club, I might bust a pair of Stacy Adams
You catch 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 I love puttin' hustlas on the map
I it gangsta fo' sho', do', lo'
An' always got the muthfuckin' do do

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 gangsta

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', fake the funk
For all my real niggaz stay 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
it real, motherfucka, stay gansta'd up

Gangstas, House
Sum'thin' for the 9 5, plus for
Tray-Dee, Loc, yeah
My nigga, Battlecat on the beat, for life
Side

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