Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 2 Bang

Shabba doo
Bad Azz, this is another Dogghouse
good in here, baby

If a ran up on you
Bad Azz, tell me would you do
We get 2 bang
That Gangsta Gang

Psycho like no niggaz
So fire up the
We get ready 2
That Dogghouse Gang, Westcoast

Holla at a playa when you see me in the
I'm often traffic tryin' to get it 'cuz a nigga eat
We can if it's 'bout fillin' my plate
I feel like somebody when a nigga ain't late

It's about weight when you workin' smart shit it flip right
Put the wrong and dees, it won't slip right
Get the wrong blunt for the weed it hit right
And money don't grow on trees so what I like

Make moves, lose if I do it that way
Fuck a fight, ain't fin' to put they gat away
That's fast lane, lil' here to blow your head away
Holla at a when you see me in the streets

Who got the phones for sale?
Who got it crackin' the heat?
Who got the club the top shop and parks for cars?

The Ese do the paint and body shop in the yard
Who got the hook-up the burned out 2 way pagers?
Can you me a vest or a infrared laser?
See me, I'm just a smart brother made for

If a ran up on you
Bad Azz, tell me what you do
We get 2 bang
That Dogghouse Gangsta

Psycho like no Dogghouse
So fire up the
We get ready 2
That Gangsta Gang, Westcoast

Holla at a playa you see me on the streets
I'm often traffic tryin' to get it a nigga gotta eat
We can holla if it's fillin' my plate
I feel like killin' somebody when a nigga ain't

It's weight, fuck a few ki's move freight
And you doublin' your money if you it upstate
you outta town get the prices on the pound
Shoot the to your boy have him come on down

With a few of those who money like y'all
All Lakers say is, "Damn, y'all is ballin'"
Y'all back callin' all shots here
Used to to bring two Glocks 'round here
It's about five different gangs and the cops 'round

And today Long Beach's as crazy as it is
And we'll live, if we ever even see it
Believe it and how they get money no secret
But gon' try to keep it from you when they see you

Learn to keep on movin' you see the tables keep on turnin'
First I was with no paper and no hoes
Now I got bitches in the biz glow

So holla at a playa you see me in the streets
Don't let the green grab fool you, tryin' to test me some heat
'Cuz bye-bye you outta here, see you later
When I'm still a small part of everything major