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)
Dippin thru the alley I my escape
Didn't even get a chance to my Snoop Dogg tape
Mad no music but happy had to get free
fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks in my and at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my close in hand
I'm a Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely by the bomb E.T.
But just in big city is a serious task
Didn't know what the wanted, didn't have time to ask

(Snoop Dogg)

We comin with that G shit, C shit that makin niggas sick
How does it 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 what I came
but twenty five G's is what I left
*?Teatley?* was the word I
I went deep in my and threw my stars on the curb
the dice 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 to make my grip
But I cuz my ho might call
Ain't no thang cuz I sleeps all day and slang night fall
And I takes a quick walk up the
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 a nigga'll be slangin
I'm makin a cool of shit, this ain't me
so I put my chips together and a quarter key
And now the on deck
and everything that's mines I 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 trust a few
and I trusted you
But if knew

(Snoop)

G and Snoop, homies from the 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 smokers that be lovin gettin at night

(Lil' Style)

Back on the streets, blue and grey
cuz I represent every day
Nigga you can't tell me I don't be on the
when I can tell you all the homies that 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 flockin his
them was the days of the past
but the Pizzound formed we been whoopin people's ass
And a blast
and if you don't me nigga you can ask the homie Daz
And that's ass
Fucked and let Young Swoop take your cash (ha ha)
He even run, he walked away (buster)
cuz I lived to see day
I wished I was there I clowned
but that's why we axed your ass from the Pound
Cuz he wouldn't even squab
Man we can't with no niggas like that
get us all cracked
If the police was us, he wouldn't even jump out with the strap
Now that's what I a beeyatch! (Beeiyitch!)
I second the emotion you was the clique (yeah yeah)

(Snoop)

Some of these are bitches too
And some of these niggas look just you
So if you've ever told on
go out and get your roll on you punk ass nigga, you gettin' on

(Dat Daz)

It's 5:30 in the mornin, now I'm
Now as I to get G'd to a tee
And before I bail to you know I blaze up a sack
Another day, another for the gangsta mack
Bitch act you know, show me some sex and affection
and lick me slow, flossin, tossin a bitch (bitch)
Yeah Dogg, one more 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, nigga you can't fuck with me

(Snoop)

Now I knew them niggas couldn't get at you
So what made them try to spit at you
Disrespect a that 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 somebody's up on you
Cuz when I drop mines there was no more nickels and
just boulders, ounces, half ounces and
PC is the season and I smoke blunt
It sees the with skunk, I might as well get drunk
To some stress, that shit'll put a hole in your chest
I only another twenty dollar, sure got me fucked up
My hood is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta
Come up off a nigga, call his shots
G ain't the one, I do whats to be done (aah)
Al-ways my gun and my G from 2-1
It's but you don't hear me though cos you don't really know
about the you-know, on Cerritos, ho
Swoop G by the L-B's-C
None of nigga wanna fuck with these (aah)
Swoop G, G, G