Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Bang 4 Real - Bad Azz

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

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

Deee]
Little Goldie Loc, niggas hoes to me
tell these motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be
See crime and better see ya rep to death
Squeeze ya until they can't catch they breath
Don't sleep, tote heat, days a week
to work or to church, snow, rain, or sleet
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
scents where we step back and hold our own
Hold that zone, it won't be long, we keep it
Livin on the edge and lookin for no cushion
all in the hardcore game of death
'cause you change ya steps, once you have claimed the set
no tattoo removal, fool, bang ya block
Or you could the spot, 'cause now your face is hot
All that outta town, tryin to set up shop
And you ain't win up nothin buster, check yo' props
Keep the sag hangin, rag swangin, walk
Leave opponents hood smokin, with the tape the
Young homies to the G's stay swollen with
Insane to the brain, rollin on D's
Throwin C's up, up, or get rubbed out
'cause my whole hot and we stay thugged out

[Chorus - Deee]

[Goldie
Tray Deee, O.G., niggas holdin me
Lemme these motherfuckers how it's sposed to be
Mama, they got me in the shell
But this time I think I'm for the state pen
I got too many problems, and I sure don't 'em
As I to my knees and I begs for my freedom
Listen for my name, so I can get
I'm headed for court but this I feel strange
my eyes on the gate, with handcuffs on my wrist
I'm tryna find a way out, to hoppin the
5 o'clock, they might shock, to leave these on my feet
I feel the heat it's gettin deep, both eyes open I'm asleep
The big situation got me stuck in a
I've been squabblin so my time didn't count
The major deal is that my 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
Come back to the L.B., 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, when your with a G
I was dedicated to seein the 'cause
I keep my head on straight, with my on buzz

[Chorus - Dogg]

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

[Bad
Check it out Eastsida, these hoes to me
Now lemme show you motherfuckers how it's to be
I'm a Eastside, low-life nigga to death
We gone ride in any car, show with niggas the
the nigga that test, you shoulda put on ya vest
You shoulda, covered ya wig, 'fore I with this
It ain't no motherfuckin give back, knees is crackin
If it ain't a gun war, we use 'em for jackin
And it's money 'round here, 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 grindin on the
You gotta give it what you got, still how it pop
It's a do-it-all-day type of thang, make it
Fuck a jail cell, I'm on the beach in a
Fleetwood, deuce nigga with the rag back
Bangin ol' deez a cold O.G.
to smoke wet 'til my day looked black
Used to pack 'til my pay looked fat
I have bitches transport llello packs
Still the sam ol' nigga, I just slang raps
Hate, I feel "so what", smash and get my dough up
You know what, point some at'cha when ya show up

[Snoop
So don't 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 {*echo*}
Gangsta shit, lemme get girl
Yea this to gangsta for the motherfuckin streets
Eastsida, be-atch!