Luyện nghe bài hát Gansta'd Up

[Chorus: 50
Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood dun me feel like my emotions 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 AK fillin 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 dogs on parole his baby gurls 4
old, we play tha block pistol cop, u could shoot or get shot kill u for ur crack take
everything ass got, semi-automatics spary, bust back or run away, niggaz talkin in tha
hood we'll handle this another day, in November u make my shit, u should b dead, if u can a
Christmas,ill send u a gift,niggaz will come and leave yo ass twisted,them shells
burn baby burn,see niggaz get merked up,N babies born make tha turn, i've seen it all crystal
clear so i keep my pistol near,hearts never full of fear homie i 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 e'm,but if u think otherwise bring ya boy over
here so i could e'm,ill put a end to your career bitch (bitch),before u speak on 50,buy
fourty in a spare clip, these niggaz gassed up gettin to used to rap like i give
them more blood clots than supercat,niggaz will snatch ya im like a bat ill give em
signs and they'll throw something at ya, round here die off hydro and even when it aint tha
4th of July it sound like pyro,u smart enuff to n lay ur dumb brains down the pound will
spin u down like tha young James Brown (yeah) i im hot but hey (hey) im icy to rocks will
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 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 all throught tha night 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 let your guns do tha talkin' the graveyard has got plenty room for a
coffin (haha)they say we responsible for boostin tha crime they say we tha reason these
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