Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

(Lil' Style)

Nine in the mornin, feds at my (my door)
Blue Cortez squeakin cross the floor (right)
Dippin the alley I made my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Dogg tape
Mad with no but happy had to get free
Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th
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 from the LBC
Remotely by the bomb E.T.
But just in big city is a serious task
Didn't know what the feds wanted, have time to ask

(Snoop Dogg)

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

(Kurupt)

See now I'm off to the shift
and I gots ta pay my to make my grip
But I cuz my ho might call
Ain't no thang cuz I all day and slang when night fall
And I takes a walk up the block
with my Glock cocke, ready to make a where I set up shop
on and 8th Ave where all the homies be hangin
That's where a be slangin
I'm a cool grip of shit, this ain't me
so I put my chips together and cops a key
And now the on deck
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 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 year
but I still afraid to throw 'em from the shoulders
put on the hood 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 blue and
cuz I represent every day
Nigga you can't tell me I be on the spot
when I can tell you all the homies that got shot
From at least about years ago
when I was in junior high goin to
The homie use to come up to the school and
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 everybody a
and if you don't me nigga you can ask the homie Daz
And that's ass
Fucked around and let Young Swoop take your (ha ha)
He even run, he walked away (buster)
cuz I lived to see day
I wished I was I would've clowned
but that's why we axed your bitch ass from the
Cuz he even squab back
Man we fuck with no niggas 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 second the emotion you was dropped the (yeah yeah)

(Snoop)

Some of these nigga are too
And some of these look 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 5:30 in the mornin, now I'm
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 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, 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 what made them niggas try to 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)
G, I heard somebody's speakin up on you
Cuz when I drop mines there was no more and dimes
boulders, ounces, half ounces and quota
PC is the season and I don't smoke
It sees the indo with skunk, I might as get drunk
To smoke some stress, shit'll put a hole in your chest
I want another twenty dollar, sure got me fucked up
My hood is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta
Come up off a young nigga, 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 Cerritos but you don't me though cos you don't really know
the you-know, on Cerritos, silly ho
Swoop G by the fuckin
None of nigga wanna fuck with these (aah)
G, Swoop G, G