Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang 4 Real - Bad Azz

Yeah, (yea yea) uhh,
Fred Wreck in motherfucker
Tha Eastsidaz
Back once again to drop that Crip Hop

[Chorus - Tray
We gets to steal, gang bang for real
Slang thangs at will, known to the steel
Niggas ain't for real, cats who to peel
Say you game to kill, but I don't think you

Deee]
Little Goldie Loc, these hoes to me
Lemme tell these motherfuckers how 'sposed to be
See merrily and better see ya rep to death
Squeeze ya until they can't catch they breath
Don't sleep, tote heat, days a week
Whether to or to church, snow, rain, or sleet
And don't with weak - motherfuckers who ain't wit it
Ain't no snitchin, take the and get convicted, stay commited
This is a vision to control the globe
Leavin where we step back and hold our own
Hold that zone, it be long, we keep it pushin
on the edge and ain't lookin for no cushion
It's all in the hardcore of death
you can't change ya steps, once you have claimed the set
Ain't no removal, fool, bang ya block
Or you shake the spot, 'cause now your face is hot
All that goin outta town, to set up shop
And you win up nothin buster, better check yo' props
Keep the sag hangin, rag swangin, gangsta
Leave hood smokin, with the tape the chalk
Young homies to the G's swollen with cheese
Insane to the brain, rollin on D's
Throwin C's up, ease up, or get out
'cause my whole squad hot and we thugged out

[Chorus - Tray

[Goldie
Tray Deee, O.G., these niggas me
Lemme show motherfuckers how it's sposed to be
Mama, got me in the shell again
But this I think I'm headed for the state pen
I got too problems, and I sure don't need 'em
As I fall to my knees and I begs for my
for my name, so I can get chain
I'm headed for but this time I feel strange
my eyes on the gate, with handcuffs on my wrist
I'm find a way out, to hoppin the fence
5 o'clock, they might shock, to leave these on my feet
I feel the heat it's gettin deep, both open when I'm asleep
The big situation got me in a drought
I've been squabblin everyday so my didn't count
The major deal is my brother told me, "Take no shit"
'cause I might end up gettin out and comin home real
The for the lick was to do it overseas
back to the L.B., spendin 24 G's
Now you know me - up to no good
Little nappy nigga always bellin through the hood
I kept my strap on my lap, and steadied the on the seat
All eyes on me, your fuckin with a G
I was dedicated to the gangsta 'cause
I keep my head on straight, with my brain on

[Chorus - Snoop

Dogg]
Ay B-A-D (whattup) These niggas to me
Lemme you motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be
Keep a, bag of money with the
And when I'm on the I groove with the fo'fifth heat

[Bad
Check it out Eastsida, niggas hoes to me
Now lemme show you motherfuckers how 'sposed to be
I'm a Eastside, low-life nigga to death
We gone ride in any car, show niggas the best
Peep the nigga test, you shoulda put on ya vest
You shoulda, covered ya wig, 'fore I hitcha this
It ain't no motherfuckin back, when knees is crackin
If it ain't a gun war, we finna use 'em for
And money 'round here, it's just hard to see it
And when you spot it, don't be so fuckin sure you got it
You make it happen or not - you still grindin on the
You gotta give it what you got, livin how it pop
It's a do-it-all-day type of thang, make it
Fuck a cell, I'm on the beach in a Cadillac
Fleetwood, seven deuce nigga with the rag
Bangin ol' deez a cold O.G.
Used to smoke wet 'til my day looked
Used to techs 'til my pay looked fat
I have bitches transport them packs
the sam ol' nigga, I just slang dope raps
Hate, I feel like "so what", and get my dough up
You know what, point some heat when ya show up

Dogg]
So niggas be runnin up up on the B-A-D
he be packin heat, and this is D-P-G-C
Uh-huh, it's off the
For real, by Fred Wrizzy
Makin niggas get dizzy
For real
Gangsta shit, get some girl
Yea this shit to for the motherfuckin streets
Eastsida, be-atch!