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
even get a chance to grab my Snoop 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 a grand
on my neck, my pistol's close in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta the LBC
Remotely controlled by the E.T.
But just livin in big 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?
up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why?)
Last dice game got my win on
About a G and a half is what I with
but twenty five G's is I left with
*?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 make my
But I chill cuz my ho might
Ain't no thang cuz I sleeps all day and slang when night
And I a quick 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 of shit, this ain't me
so I put my together and cops a quarter key
And now the on deck
and everything that's mines I protect with a Tek, I don't half
Now I got
and I'm rollin a Lexus, fuck a Benz, and so new friends
But I only trust a few
and I trusted you
But if knew

(Snoop)

G and Snoop, homies the motherfuckin get-go
and quoted, back in '84
I was thirteen, G was a older
but I still wasn't afraid to 'em from the shoulders
Gettin put on the 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)

Back on the streets, blue and grey
cuz I like every day
Nigga you can't tell me I don't be on the
I can tell you all the homies that done got shot
From at least about five ago
when I was in junior goin to Marshall
The homie use to up to the school and rock
and leave and the bitches flockin his jock
them was the days of the past
but since the formed we been whoopin people's ass
And a blast
and if you don't believe me 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 lived to see day
I wished I was there I would've
but that's why we your bitch ass from the Pound
Cuz he wouldn't 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 with the
Now that's 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 these niggas just like you
So if you've ever told 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 before I bail to school you know I blaze up a
day, another dollar for the gangsta mack
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
the piece, slip to your fiends
Seven, goddamn it, win
A '64 for the honeys, ho for the G
Young Daz, little nigga you can't fuck me

(Snoop)

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

(Young Swoop)

Who got some gangsta gangsta (ha ha)
Swoop G, I somebody's speakin up on you
Cuz when I drop there 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 in your chest
I only another twenty dollar, sure got me fucked up
My is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta plottin
Come up off a nigga, call 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 really
about the you-know, on Cerritos, ho
G by the fuckin L-B's-C
None of nigga wanna fuck with these (aah)
Swoop G, G, G