Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

(Lil' Style)

Nine in the mornin, at my door (my door)
Blue Cortez squeakin 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 music but had to get free
Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th
I got my sacks in my and at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my close in hand
I'm a Dogg Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely by the bomb E.T.
But just livin in big city is a 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, jumped out of bed wit my on (why?)
night's dice game got my win on
About a G and a half is I came with
but twenty five G's is what I with
*?Teatley?* was the I heard
I went deep in my and threw my stars on the curb
Gimme the dice so I can break you
I threw a 6 (C-I-X) so my was the biggest
back to back
I sent two fools to their lizzack

(Kurupt)

See now I'm off to the graveyard
and I gots ta pay my to make my grip
But I chill cuz my ho might
Ain't no thang cuz I all day and slang when night fall
And I takes a quick up the block
my Glock cocke, ready to make a stop where I set up shop
on 59th and 8th Ave where all the homies be
where a nigga'll be slangin
I'm makin a cool of shit, this ain't me
so I put my chips and cops a quarter key
And now the shops on
and everything that's mines I protect with a Tek, I 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 unawarely I you
But if only

(Snoop)

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

(Lil' Style)

Back on the streets, straight and grey
cuz I represent every day
Nigga you tell me I don't be on the spot
when I can tell you all the homies that got shot
From at least about five ago
when I was in junior high goin to
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 Pizzound formed we been whoopin ass
And a blast
and if you believe me nigga you can ask the homie Daz
And your ass
Fucked around and let Young Swoop 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 axed bitch ass from the Pound
Cuz he wouldn't even squab
Man we can't fuck with no like that
He'll get us all
If the police was behind us, he wouldn't even out with the strap
Now what I call a beeyatch! (Beeiyitch!)
I the emotion you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah)

(Snoop)

of these nigga are bitches too
And some of these niggas look just you
So if ever been told on
go out and get your roll on you punk ass nigga, you gettin' 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 I blaze up a sack
day, another dollar for the gangsta mack
Bitch act like you know, show me sex and affection
and me down slow, flossin, tossin a bitch (bitch)
Yeah Dogg, one thing I forgot to mention
Shoot five niggas, ten
Shoot the piece, slip to your
Seven, it, win again
A '64 for the honeys, ho for the G
Young Daz, little nigga you can't with me

(Snoop)

Now I knew that niggas couldn't get at you
So made them niggas try to spit at you
Disrespect a that snitch on you
Y'all 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 there was no nickels and dimes
just boulders, ounces, half ounces and
PC is the and I don't smoke blunt
It sees the indo with skunk, I might as get drunk
To smoke some stress, that put a hole in your chest
I only want another dollar, sure got me fucked up
My hood is hot and niggas is tryin ta plottin
Come up off a young nigga, his shots
Swoop G ain't the one, I do to be done (aah)
Al-ways have my gun and my G 2-1
It's Cerritos but you don't hear me though cos you don't know
about the you-know, on Cerritos, ho
G by the fuckin L-B's-C
None of these nigga wanna fuck with (aah)
Swoop G, G, G