Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

(Lil' Style)

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

(Snoop Dogg)

We comin with 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 game got my win on
About a G and a half is what I with
but twenty five G's is what I with
was the word I heard
I went deep in my pockets and threw my on the curb
Gimme the dice so I can break you
I a 6 (C-I-X) so my point was the biggest
Seven-four-four-tre back to
I two fools back to their lizzack

(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 might
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, to make a stop where I set up shop
on 59th and 8th Ave all the homies be hangin
where a nigga'll be slangin
I'm makin a cool grip of shit, this me
so I put my chips and cops a quarter key
And now the on deck
and that's mines I protect with a Tek, I don't half step
Now I got
and I'm a Lexus, fuck a Benz, and so many new friends
But I could trust a few
and I trusted you
But if knew

(Snoop)

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

(Lil' Style)

on the streets, straight blue and grey
cuz I like every day
Nigga you tell me I don't be on the spot
when I can you all the homies that done got shot
at least about five years ago
when I was in junior goin to Marshall
The homie use to come up to the and rock
and leave and have the bitches his jock
them was the days of the past
but since the Pizzound formed we been whoopin ass
And everybody a
and if you don't believe me you can ask the homie Daz
And that's ass
Fucked around and let Young Swoop take 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 bitch ass from the Pound
Cuz he wouldn't even back
Man we can't fuck with no like that
He'll get us all
If the was behind us, he wouldn't even jump out with the strap
Now what I call a beeyatch! (Beeiyitch!)
I second the you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah)

(Snoop)

Some of nigga are bitches too
And some of niggas look just like you
So if ever been told on
go out and get your roll on you punk ass nigga, you 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 I bail to school you know I blaze up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the mack
Bitch act like you know, me some sex and affection
and lick me slow, flossin, tossin a bitch (bitch)
Dogg, one more thing I forgot to mention
Shoot niggas, shoot ten
Shoot the piece, to your 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 them niggas couldn't get at you
So what made 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)
G, I heard somebody's speakin up on you
Cuz I drop mines there was no more nickels and dimes
just boulders, ounces, ounces and quota
PC is the season and I don't smoke
It sees the indo skunk, I might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, that shit'll put a hole in your
I only want another twenty dollar, got me fucked up
My hood is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta
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 but you don't hear me though cos you don't really know
the you-know, on Cerritos, silly ho
Swoop G by the fuckin
None of these nigga wanna fuck these (aah)
G, Swoop G, G