Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 2 Bang

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

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

Psycho like no niggaz
So up the doo-doo
We get ready 2
Dogghouse Gangsta Gang, Westcoast

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

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

Make moves, can't lose if I do it way
a fight, ain't nobody fin' to put they gat away
That's fast lane, lil' kids here to blow your away
at a playa when you see me in the streets

Who got the cell for sale?
Who got it with the heat?
Who got the club with the top and parks for cars?

The Ese homies do the paint and body shop in the
Who got the with the burned out 2 way pagers?
Can you give me a or a infrared laser?
See me, I'm just a smart everything made for

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

like no Dogghouse niggaz
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 tryin' to get it 'cuz a nigga gotta eat
We can holla if it's 'bout my plate
I feel like killin' somebody when a nigga ain't

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

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

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 ain't no secret
But they gon' try to keep it 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 show biz

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