Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang 4 Real - Bad Azz

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

[Chorus - Deee]
We gets payed to steal, gang for real
Slang thangs at will, to blaze the steel
Niggas ain't for real, who claim to peel
Say you game to kill, but I don't think you

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

[Chorus - Deee]

[Goldie
Tray Deee, O.G., these holdin me
Lemme show these motherfuckers how it's to be
Mama, got me in the shell again
But this time I think I'm headed for the pen
I got too problems, and I sure don't need 'em
As I to my knees and I begs for my freedom
for my name, so I can get chain
I'm headed for court but this time I feel
With my eyes on the gate, with handcuffs on my
I'm tryna find a way out, to the fence
5 o'clock, they 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"
'cause I 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 - straight up to no
Little nappy head always bellin through the hood
I kept my strap on my lap, and steadied the on the seat
All eyes on me, when fuckin with a G
I was to seein the gangsta 'cause
I keep my on straight, with my brain on buzz

[Chorus - Snoop

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

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

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