Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

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

You that West coast low mentality
Focused on but livin' in a hole 'notha galaxy
We keep it straight hard but guard the
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 coupe clean, 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 minute like ass surprised
Just recognize the way that gangstas ride

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

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

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

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

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

I stay gangsta'd up 'coz it just lives in me
An' when I seen enuff, I dats when I'll free somebody
said from Willie C., nigga, don't 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 dis, let's get rich
Under the sun with the Young 2
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 down an' stay G'd up

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

Blazin' a ounce 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 locs an' ken folks, dis is for
Let me hit sum'thin', dog
Beware of my
We hopin' an' nuthin' but the gangsta shit

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

We paper only suckas 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

Gangstas, Dogg
for the 9 5, plus for pennies
Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc,
My nigga, Battlecat on the beat, 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