Luyện nghe bài hát Gansta'd Up

[Chorus: 50
Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze i "G'd Up", its
tha things tha i dun seen and the shit ive been through that made my heart turn cold i
"G'd Up",Im a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my I stay "G'd Up", when im
hanigin' out tha window wit that AK ya punk ass wit holes

[50
Cocaine, heroin, extacy, marijuana, a mule on that from NY to Carolina, paper
chase different name, same face dont catch a case, my road on parole his baby gurls 4 years
old, we play tha block pistol cop, u could shoot or get shot kill u for ur crack spot
everything your ass got, semi-automatics spary, bust back or run away, niggaz in tha
hood we'll handle this another day, in November u my shit, u should b dead, if u can catch a
Christmas,ill u a gift,niggaz will come and leave yo ass twisted,them hollowtips shells
burn baby burn,see get merked up,N babies born make tha world turn, i've seen it all crystal
clear so i my pistol near,hearts never full of fear homie i stay well aware of whats goin
around me muthafuckas want me dead i go wit a on my face,witness my time kid

[Lloyd
lil nigga I dun paved the way,yall should thank e'm,but if u otherwise bring ya boy over
here so i could spank e'm,ill put a end to your career bitch (bitch),before u on 50,buy
fourty in a spare clip, these niggaz gassed up to used to rap like i wont give
them more blood clots than supercat,niggaz will ya im like a bat catcher ill give em
signs and they'll throw something at ya, round here niggaz die off hydro and even it aint tha
4th of July it sound like pyro,u smart to creep n lay ur dumb brains down the pound will
spin u down like tha young James Brown (yeah) i know im hot but hey (hey) im icy to rocks
hit u from a block away like a beat from Dr.Dre we takin' over this year tha soldiers is
here everyone knows its a (yeah)!

[Young
my popa never bothered to show me it was to be a man he just pop another bottle n smoke
up a half a gram,i would hop in my Impala and all throught tha night that gave my homeboy
life so when u do it do it right,my fingernails still filled with cocaine residue,i got
tha heart to go me ahead or 2 (fo sho)no other soulution u think we hollerin n hooptin'
u wake up n u gotta here about these shootings,i take a bullet from mah vooz n put tha
clip in my pocket before i take another im gonna pull it and pop it (bllaaatt)and if
its my nigga then let your guns do tha talkin' the graveyard has got plenty room for a
coffin (haha)they say we responsible for boostin tha crime rate they say we tha reason
young niggaz is buying weight but im gonna keep this on my waist till my dyin'days its
"Nuttin But A G Thang" And Dr.Dre