Luyện nghe bài hát What We Go Through

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

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

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

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

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

Blaze up a flow, sit my paper grow
Cautious, in niggaz wanna cross this
But they can't cross me, I'm way too
Out here makin' millions all in wit the

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

Electric hot as da summer
More than funner, gun ya
In the open range, man it strange
Even deranged inside my brain

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

The homey on his shoulda, every day I'm gettin' older
As the turns and gets colder
Laid back I me sumpin'
from dynamic, bangin' G-Funk

Now I moved from the East to the
on the street, niggaz wanna test
But MCs, is scared to buck
Plus they talk too much and smoke too blunts

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

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

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 could y'all speak of our crew?
Ya thought this, ya that, we thought y'all should laid back
Yeah it's like that for me it's like

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

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

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