Luyện nghe bài hát What We Go Through

What's up G?
What's happenin'? I'm just chillin', you
my game you dig, you know
Trippin' off these fools the situation, you know it's like that

I went from hustlin' and slangin' to bustin' and
I got to keep it real, so fuck not cursin' I'm sangin'
Now let me tell y'all this shit, went down the other night
Me and the dogs see niggaz, just caught up in da hype

Tryin' to ride and get by da FBI
'Cause we 'bout them HK's, they right outside
But we never y'all had a clue 'bout what we go through
So how the fuck could you speak on my crew?

I went from dirt to large work boatloads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to live on ya knees
So God have a lil' mercy on my soul
What my eyes see my think my hand should hold

The outcome of these warm hearts turn cold
Lil snake tryin' to me wit the gun he stole
We out, banged out, same route as the day before
Blessed wit perception, but know how my days a go
see my nigga hittin' wit some pay, a few days ago

Blaze up a flow, sit my paper grow
Cautious, in case niggaz wanna cross
But they cross me, I'm way too flossy
Out here makin' all in wit the villains

turn these millions to trillions
I've seen it all pop slow and go
Now it's time to get mo' dough, ya
I under the wrath a thunder

shocks hot as da summer
More than funner, gun ya
In the open range, man it seems
Even sometimes inside my brain

I hold the key, identify flee every MC close to me
I'm supposed to be all in wit my chips
I'm all in the crips and bloods grips for thugs, I nudge

The homey on his shoulda, 'cuz day I'm gettin' older
As the world turns and gets
Laid I shot me sumpin'
Perfec from dynamic, G-Funk

Now I moved from the to the West
Word on the street, niggaz wanna
But these MCs, is to buck
Plus they talk too and smoke too many blunts

You fuckin' rookies sweet as Mr. Smith's
Ya hate me one minute and tha next ya wanna me
He sent a hoe, in the back of my fo'
While ya Goin' Back To Cali, how you flow

Now ya know, about this G Era
G-Funk terror, into tha mirror
And what you see is the don of the

You still see, I see
All of the in the LB
back, and we makin' the cash
Warren G, Perfec, Locc and Bad Ass

And we never you had clue of what we go through
So how in tha fuck could y'all of our crew?
Ya thought this, ya thought that, we thought y'all laid back
Yeah like that for me it's like that

And we never you had clue of what we go through
So how in tha fuck could y'all of our crew?
Ya thought this, ya thought that, we thought should laid back
Yeah it's like that for me it's that

back,and we makin' the cash
It's Warren, Perfec, Locc and Bad Ass
Sittin' back,and we makin' the
It's Warren, Perfec, Locc and Bad Ass

Ya what I'm sayin' Warren G
With my homeboy from the pound Hershey
And the Perfec, ya know what I'm sayin' and Mr. Badass
And how we doin' it fool, yeah
We ain't bangin' on nigga, we doin' it like we should be fool, yeah