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
out tha window wit that AK fillin ya punk ass wit holes

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

[Lloyd
lil nigga I dun paved the way,yall should thank e'm,but if u think 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 clip, these niggaz gassed up gettin to used to rap like i wont give
more blood clots than supercat,niggaz will snatch ya im like a bat catcher ill give em
signs and they'll throw at ya, round here niggaz die off hydro and even when it aint tha
4th of July it sound pyro,u smart enuff 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
everyone knows its a scare (yeah)!

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