Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

(Lil' Style)

Nine in the mornin, at my door (my door)
Blue Cortez cross the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin the alley I made my escape
Didn't get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Mad with no music but happy had to get
Bailin as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a
on my neck, my pistol's close in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta the LBC
Remotely by the bomb E.T.
But just livin in big is a serious task
Didn't know the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask

(Snoop Dogg)

We comin with that G shit, that C shit that makin sick
How does it feel to see a G from your
Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my on (why?)
Last night's dice got my win on
About a G and a half is what I came
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 a 6 (C-I-X) so my point was the biggest
Seven-four-four-tre to back
I sent two fools 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 call
Ain't no thang cuz I sleeps all day and slang when fall
And I takes a walk up the block
with my Glock cocke, ready to a stop where I set up shop
on 59th and 8th Ave where all the be hangin
That's where a be slangin
I'm makin a cool of shit, this ain't me
so I put my chips together and cops a key
And now the shops on
and everything 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 older
but I still wasn't afraid to throw 'em from the
Gettin put on the was the anticipation
and yeah, King was the destination
Every that I knew was at the Park that night
even the that be lovin gettin sparked at night

(Lil' Style)

Back on the streets, straight and grey
cuz I like every day
you can't tell me I don't be on the spot
when I can tell you all the homies done got shot
From at least about years ago
when I was in junior high to Marshall
The use to come up to the school and rock
and leave and the bitches flockin his jock
Damn was the days of the past
but since the Pizzound formed we been people's ass
And everybody a
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 run, he walked away (buster)
cuz I lived to see day
I wished I was there I would've
but why we axed your bitch ass from the Pound
Cuz he wouldn't squab back
Man we fuck with no niggas like 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 emotion you was dropped the (yeah yeah)

(Snoop)

Some of these nigga are 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 in the mornin, now I'm yizzawnin
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 for the gangsta mack
Bitch act like you know, show me sex and affection
and lick me slow, flossin, tossin a bitch (bitch)
Yeah Dogg, one more thing I forgot to
Shoot niggas, shoot ten
Shoot the piece, slip to your
Seven, it, win again
A '64 for the honeys, ho for the G
Daz, little nigga you can't fuck with me

(Snoop)

Now I knew that niggas couldn't get at you
So what made them try to spit at you
a gang 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 was no more nickels and dimes
boulders, ounces, half ounces and quota
PC is the season and I don't blunt
It sees the indo with skunk, I as well get drunk
To smoke stress, that shit'll 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 young nigga, his shots
Swoop G ain't the one, I do to be done (aah)
Al-ways my gun and my G from 2-1
It's Cerritos but you don't hear me cos you don't really know
the you-know, on Cerritos, silly ho
Swoop G by the fuckin
None of these nigga wanna fuck with (aah)
Swoop G, G, G