Luyện nghe bài hát Gansta'd Up

[Chorus: 50
Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me feel like my are froze i stay "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 on my toes 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 greyhound from NY to Carolina, paper
chase different name, same face dont catch a case, my road dogs on parole his gurls 4 years
old, we play tha block pistol cop, u could shoot or get shot kill u for ur crack take
your 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 leave yo ass twisted,them hollowtips
burn baby burn,see niggaz get merked up,N babies born make tha world turn, i've it all crystal
clear so i keep my pistol near,hearts never full of homie i stay well aware of whats goin
around me muthafuckas want me i go wit a smile on my face,witness my time kid

[Lloyd
lil nigga I dun the way,yall should thank e'm,but if u think otherwise bring ya boy over
here so i could spank e'm,ill put a end to your career (bitch),before u speak 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 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 like pyro,u enuff to creep n lay ur dumb brains down the pound will
spin u down like tha young Brown (yeah) i know im hot but hey (hey) im icy to rocks will
hit u from a block away like a beat from Dr.Dre we over this year case tha soldiers is
here everyone its a scare (yeah)!

[Young
my popa never to show me what 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 ride all throught tha that gave my homeboy
life so when u do it do it right,my fingernails still filled cocaine residue,i still got
tha heart to go bust me or 2 (fo sho)no other soulution u think we hollerin n hooptin'
until u wake up n u here about these shootings,i take a bullet from mah vooz n put tha
clip in my pocket i take another bullet im gonna 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 buying weight but im gonna keep this glock on my waist my dyin'days its
"Nuttin But A G Thang" And Dr.Dre