Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

(Lil' Style)

Nine in the mornin, feds at my (my door)
Blue Cortez cross the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin thru the I made my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop tape
Mad with no music but happy had to get
Bailin fast as I can bail down Street
I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a
Gold on my neck, my close in hand
I'm a Pound 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, have time to ask

(Snoop Dogg)

We with that G shit, that C shit that makin niggas sick
How it feel to see a G from your clique?
Wake up, out of bed wit my grin on (why?)
Last night's dice got my win on
About a G and a half is what I with
but twenty five G's is what I left
was the word I heard
I went deep in my and threw my stars on the curb
Gimme the dice so I can you niggas
I threw a 6 (C-I-X) so my was the biggest
back to back
I sent two fools back to their

(Kurupt)

See now I'm off to the graveyard
and I gots ta pay my to make my grip
But I cuz my ho might call
Ain't no cuz I sleeps all day and slang when night fall
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 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, a Benz, and so many new friends
But I could trust 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 afraid to throw 'em from the
Gettin put on the hood was the
and yeah, King was the destination
nigga that I knew was at the Park that night
even the smokers that be gettin sparked at night

(Lil' Style)

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

(Snoop)

of these nigga are bitches too
And some of these niggas look like you
So if you've ever been on
go out and get your on you punk 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 before I bail to school you know I blaze up a
Another day, another dollar for the gangsta
Bitch act you know, show me some sex and affection
and lick me slow, flossin, tossin a bitch (bitch)
Yeah Dogg, one more I forgot to mention
Shoot five niggas, ten
the piece, slip to your fiends
Seven, goddamn it, win
A '64 for the honeys, ho for the G
Young Daz, nigga you can't fuck with me

(Snoop)

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

(Young Swoop)

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