Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

(Lil' Style)

Nine in the mornin, feds at my (my door)
Cortez squeakin cross the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin thru the alley I made my
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg
Mad with no music but happy had to get
Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th
I got my sacks in my and at least a grand
on my neck, my pistol's close in hand
I'm a Dogg Gangsta from the LBC
controlled by the bomb E.T.
But livin in big city is a serious task
Didn't what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask

(Snoop Dogg)

We comin with that G shit, that C shit that makin niggas
How does it feel to see a G your clique?
Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my on (why?)
night's dice game got my win on
About a G and a is what I came with
but twenty G's is what I left with
*?Teatley?* was the I heard
I went deep in my and threw my stars on the curb
the dice so I can break you niggas
I threw a 6 (C-I-X) so my was the biggest
Seven-four-four-tre to back
I sent two fools back to their

(Kurupt)

See now I'm off to the shift
and I gots ta pay my dues to my grip
But I cuz my ho might call
Ain't no thang cuz I sleeps all day and slang when night
And I takes a walk up the block
with my Glock cocke, ready to make a where I set up shop
on 59th and 8th Ave all the homies be hangin
That's a nigga'll be slangin
I'm a cool grip of shit, this ain't me
so I put my chips together and cops a key
And now the shops on
and everything that's I protect with a Tek, I don't half step
Now I got
and I'm rollin a Lexus, fuck a Benz, and so new friends
But I only trust a few
and unawarely I you
But if knew

(Snoop)

G and Snoop, from the motherfuckin get-go
Devoted and quoted, in '84
I was thirteen, G was a older
but I still wasn't afraid to throw 'em the shoulders
Gettin put on the hood was the
and yeah, Park was the destination
Every nigga that I knew was at the that night
even the smokers be lovin gettin sparked at night

(Lil' Style)

Back on the streets, straight and grey
cuz I represent every day
Nigga you tell me I don't be on the spot
I can tell you all the homies that done got shot
From at least about years ago
when I was in junior high goin to
The homie use to up to the school and rock
and leave and have the bitches flockin his
Damn them was the days of the
but since the Pizzound formed we been people's ass
And everybody a
and if you don't believe me you can ask the homie Daz
And your ass
Fucked around and let Young Swoop take your (ha ha)
He didn't even run, he away (buster)
cuz I to see that day
I wished I was I would've clowned
but that's why we your bitch ass from the Pound
Cuz he even squab back
Man we can't fuck with no niggas that
get us all cracked
If the police was behind us, he wouldn't even jump out the strap
Now that's I call a beeyatch! (Beeiyitch!)
I second the you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah)

(Snoop)

of these nigga are bitches too
And some of these niggas just like you
So if ever been told on
go out and get your roll on you punk ass nigga, you gettin' on

(Dat Daz)

5:30 in the mornin, now I'm yizzawnin
Now as I to get G'd to a tee
And before I bail to you know I blaze up a sack
Another day, dollar for the gangsta mack
Bitch act like you know, me some sex and affection
and lick me down slow, flossin, a bitch (bitch)
Yeah Dogg, one more thing I to mention
Shoot five niggas, ten
Shoot the piece, slip to your
Seven, it, win again
A '64 for the honeys, ho for the G
Young Daz, little nigga you can't fuck me

(Snoop)

Now I knew that niggas couldn't get at you
So what made them try to spit at you
Disrespect a gang that on you
punk ass niggas, man y'all some bitches too

(Young Swoop)

Who got gangsta gangsta shit? (ha ha)
Swoop G, I somebody's speakin up on you
Cuz when I mines there was no more nickels and dimes
just boulders, ounces, half ounces and
PC is the and I don't smoke blunt
It sees the indo skunk, I might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, shit'll put a hole in your chest
I only want another dollar, sure got me fucked up
My is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta plottin
Come up off a young nigga, his shots
Swoop G ain't the one, I do whats to be (aah)
Al-ways my gun and my G from 2-1
It's Cerritos but you hear me though cos you don't really know
about the you-know, on Cerritos, ho
Swoop G by the L-B's-C
None of these nigga wanna with these (aah)
G, Swoop G, G