Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang 4 Real - Bad Azz

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

- Tray Deee]
We gets to steal, gang bang for real
Slang at will, known to blaze the steel
Niggas ain't for real, who claim to peel
Say you game to kill, but I don't you will

[Tray
Little Goldie Loc, niggas hoes to me
Lemme tell these motherfuckers how 'sposed to be
See crime merrily and see ya rep to death
Squeeze ya until they can't catch they breath
Don't sleep, tote heat, seven a week
to work or to church, snow, rain, or sleet
And don't bang with weak - who ain't wit it
Ain't no snitchin, take the deal and get convicted, stay
This mission is a vision to control the
Leavin scents where we back and hold our own
Hold that zone, it won't be long, we it pushin
Livin on the and ain't lookin for no cushion
all in the hardcore game of death
'cause you can't change ya steps, once you claimed the set
Ain't no tattoo removal, fool, bang ya
Or you could shake the spot, now your face is hot
All that goin town, tryin to set up shop
And you ain't win up nothin buster, check yo' props
the sag hangin, rag swangin, gangsta walk
Leave hood smokin, with the tape the chalk
Young homies to the G's stay swollen cheese
Insane to the brain, twenty's on D's
Throwin C's up, ease up, or get out
'cause my squad hot and we stay thugged out

[Chorus - Deee]

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

[Chorus - Snoop

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

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

Dogg]
So don't be runnin up up on the B-A-D
'cause he be heat, and this is D-P-G-C
Uh-huh, it's off the
For real, beat by Wrizzy
Makin them get dizzy
For real
Gangsta shit, lemme get some
Yea this to gangsta for the motherfuckin streets
Eastsida, be-atch!