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)
Dippin thru the alley I made my
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop tape
Mad with no music but had to get free
Bailin fast as I can bail down Street
I got my sacks in my and at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistol's in hand
I'm a Dogg Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely by the bomb E.T.
But just livin in big is a serious task
Didn't know what the wanted, didn't have time to ask

(Snoop Dogg)

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

(Kurupt)

See now I'm off to the graveyard
and I ta pay my dues to make my grip
But I chill cuz my ho might
Ain't no thang cuz I sleeps all day and slang when night
And I takes a quick walk up the
with my cocke, ready to make a stop where I set up shop
on 59th and 8th Ave where all the homies be
That's a nigga'll be slangin
I'm makin a grip of shit, this ain't me
so I put my together 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 many new
But I could only a few
and unawarely I you
But if only

(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 throw 'em from the
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 smokers that be lovin gettin at night

(Lil' Style)

on the streets, straight blue and grey
cuz I represent like 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 high to Marshall
The use to come up to the school and rock
and leave and have the bitches his jock
Damn them was the of the past
but since the Pizzound formed we whoopin people's ass
And everybody a
and if you don't 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 away (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 even squab
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 the strap
Now that's what I a beeyatch! (Beeiyitch!)
I second the you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah)

(Snoop)

of these nigga are bitches too
And some of these niggas 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 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 up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the mack
Bitch act like you know, show me some sex and
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, it, win again
A '64 for the honeys, ho for the G
Young Daz, little nigga you fuck with me

(Snoop)

Now I knew that them niggas 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 shit? (ha ha)
Swoop G, I heard speakin up on you
Cuz when I drop mines there was no more nickels and
just boulders, ounces, half and quota
PC is the and I don't smoke blunt
It sees the indo skunk, I might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, that put a hole in your chest
I only want another twenty dollar, got me fucked up
My hood is hot and niggas is tryin ta plottin
Come up off a nigga, call his shots
Swoop G ain't the one, I do whats to be (aah)
Al-ways have my gun and my G 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 L-B's-C
None of nigga wanna fuck with these (aah)
G, Swoop G, G