Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

(Lil' Style)

Nine in the mornin, feds at my (my door)
Blue Cortez squeakin the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin the alley I made my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Dogg tape
Mad with no music but had to get free
Bailin fast as I can down 19th Street
I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a
on my neck, my pistol's close in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound from the LBC
Remotely controlled by the E.T.
But just livin in big city is a serious
Didn't know what the wanted, didn't have time to ask

(Snoop Dogg)

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

(Kurupt)

See now I'm off to the shift
and I gots ta pay my dues to make my
But I chill cuz my ho call
no thang cuz I sleeps all day and slang when night fall
And I a quick walk up the block
with my Glock cocke, to make a stop where I set up shop
on 59th and 8th Ave where all the be hangin
That's where a nigga'll be
I'm makin a cool grip of shit, this me
so I put my chips together and a quarter 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, a Benz, and so many new friends
But I could only a few
and I trusted you
But if only

(Snoop)

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

(Lil' Style)

Back on the streets, straight blue and
cuz I represent like day
Nigga you can't tell me I be on the spot
when I can tell you all the that done got shot
at least about five years ago
when I was in junior high goin to
The homie use to come up to the school and
and leave and have the flockin his jock
Damn was the days of the past
but since the Pizzound we been whoopin people's ass
And everybody a
and if you believe me nigga you can ask the homie Daz
And your ass
Fucked and let Young Swoop take your cash (ha ha)
He didn't run, he walked away (buster)
cuz I lived to see day
I wished I was I would've clowned
but that's why we axed your bitch ass the Pound
Cuz he wouldn't squab back
Man we can't with no niggas like that
get us all cracked
If the police was behind us, he wouldn't even jump out with the
Now that's what I a beeyatch! (Beeiyitch!)
I second the emotion you was the clique (yeah yeah)

(Snoop)

Some of these nigga are too
And of these niggas look just like you
So if you've ever been on
go out and get your roll on you ass nigga, you gettin' stole on

(Dat Daz)

It's in the mornin, now I'm yizzawnin
Now as I to get G'd to a tee
And I bail to school you know I blaze up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the mack
Bitch act like you know, show me some sex and
and lick me down slow, flossin, a bitch (bitch)
Yeah Dogg, one thing I forgot to mention
five niggas, shoot ten
Shoot the piece, slip to fiends
Seven, goddamn it, win
A '64 for the honeys, ho for the G
Young Daz, little you can't fuck with me

(Snoop)

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

(Young Swoop)

Who got some gangsta gangsta (ha ha)
G, I heard somebody's speakin up on you
Cuz when I drop mines there was no more nickels and
just boulders, ounces, ounces and quota
PC is the season and I don't smoke
It the indo with skunk, I might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, shit'll put a hole in your chest
I want another twenty dollar, sure got me fucked up
My is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta plottin
Come up off a young nigga, call his
Swoop G the one, I do whats to be done (aah)
Al-ways have my gun and my G 2-1
It's Cerritos but you don't hear me cos you don't really know
the you-know, on Cerritos, silly ho
Swoop G by the fuckin
of these nigga wanna fuck with these (aah)
Swoop G, G, G