Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

(Lil' Style)

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

(Snoop Dogg)

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

(Kurupt)

See now I'm off to the graveyard
and I gots ta pay my dues to my grip
But I chill cuz my ho call
Ain't no thang cuz I sleeps all day and slang when fall
And I takes a quick walk up the
my Glock cocke, ready to make a stop where I set up shop
on 59th and 8th Ave where all the homies be
That's where a nigga'll be
I'm makin a cool grip of shit, ain't me
so I put my chips and cops a quarter key
And now the shops on
and that's mines 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 could only a few
and I trusted you
But if only

(Snoop)

G and Snoop, homies from the get-go
and quoted, back in '84
I was thirteen, G was a year
but I still afraid to throw 'em from the shoulders
put on the hood was the anticipation
and yeah, King was the destination
Every nigga I knew was at the Park that night
even the that be lovin gettin sparked at night

(Lil' Style)

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

(Snoop)

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

(Dat Daz)

It's 5:30 in the mornin, now I'm
Now as I to get G'd to a tee
And before I bail to school you I blaze up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the gangsta
Bitch act you know, show me some sex and affection
and me down slow, flossin, tossin a bitch (bitch)
Yeah Dogg, one more I forgot to mention
Shoot niggas, shoot ten
Shoot the piece, slip to fiends
Seven, goddamn it, win
A '64 for the honeys, ho for the G
Daz, little nigga you can't fuck with me

(Snoop)

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

(Young Swoop)

Who got some gangsta gangsta (ha ha)
Swoop G, I somebody's speakin up on you
Cuz I drop mines there was no more nickels and dimes
just boulders, ounces, half ounces and
PC is the season and I don't smoke
It the indo with skunk, I might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, that put a hole in your chest
I only want twenty 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 the one, I do whats to be done (aah)
Al-ways my gun and my G from 2-1
It's Cerritos but you don't hear me though cos you don't know
about the you-know, on Cerritos, ho
Swoop G by the fuckin
None of these nigga wanna fuck with (aah)
Swoop G, G, G