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 step on my I stay "G'd Up", when im
hanigin' out tha wit that 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 gurls 4 years
old, we play tha block pistol cop, u could shoot or get shot kill u for ur spot take
everything your ass got, semi-automatics spary, bust or run away, niggaz talkin in tha
hood we'll handle this another day, in November u make my shit, u b dead, if u can catch a
Christmas,ill send u a gift,niggaz come and leave yo ass twisted,them hollowtips shells
burn baby burn,see niggaz get merked up,N babies born make tha world turn, i've seen it all
clear so i keep my pistol near,hearts never full of fear homie i stay well 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
so i could spank 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 to used to rap like i wont give
them more clots than supercat,niggaz will snatch ya im like a bat catcher ill give em
signs and they'll something at ya, round here niggaz die off hydro and even when it aint tha
4th of July it sound like pyro,u smart enuff to creep n lay ur dumb brains down the pound
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 Dr.Dre we takin' over this year case tha soldiers is
here 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 ride all throught tha night that my homeboy
life so when u do it do it right,my fingernails still with cocaine residue,i still got
tha heart to go bust me ahead or 2 (fo sho)no soulution u think we hollerin n hooptin'
until u wake up n u gotta about these shootings,i take a bullet from mah vooz n put tha
clip in my pocket before i 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 rate they say we tha reason
young niggaz is buying weight but im gonna this glock on my waist till my dyin'days its
"Nuttin But A G Thang" And Dr.Dre