Luyện nghe bài hát Gansta'd Up

[Chorus: 50
Ain't it amazing how crazy the dun made 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 turn cold i stay
"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 fillin ya 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
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 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 me dead i go wit a smile on my face,witness my time kid

Banks]
lil nigga I dun paved the way,yall should thank e'm,but if u think otherwise bring ya boy
here so i could spank e'm,ill put a end to your bitch (bitch),before u speak on 50,buy
in a spare clip, these niggaz gassed up gettin to used to rap like i wont give
them blood 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 n lay ur dumb brains down the pound will
spin u down like tha young James (yeah) i know 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 everyone knows its a (yeah)!

[Young
my popa never bothered to 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 tha night that 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 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 bullet im gonna it and pop it (bllaaatt)and if
its beef my nigga then let your do tha talkin' the graveyard has got plenty room for a
coffin (haha)they say we for boostin tha crime rate they say we tha reason these
young niggaz is buying weight but im keep this glock on my waist till my dyin'days its
"Nuttin But A G Thang" And Dr.Dre