Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

(Lil' Style)

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

(Snoop Dogg)

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

(Kurupt)

See now I'm off to the shift
and I gots ta pay my dues to make my
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 walk up the
my Glock cocke, ready to make a stop where I set up shop
on 59th and 8th Ave all the homies be hangin
That's where a be slangin
I'm makin a cool grip of shit, this me
so I put my chips and cops 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 a Lexus, fuck a Benz, and so many new friends
But I could only a few
and unawarely I you
But if only

(Snoop)

G and Snoop, from the motherfuckin get-go
and quoted, back in '84
I was thirteen, G was a year
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 that I was at the Park that night
the smokers that be lovin gettin sparked at night

(Lil' Style)

Back on the streets, blue and grey
cuz I represent like day
Nigga you can't tell me I be on the spot
when I can you all the homies that done got shot
From at least five years ago
when I was in junior high goin to
The homie use to up to the school and rock
and and have the bitches flockin 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 believe me you can ask the homie Daz
And your ass
Fucked around and let Swoop take your cash (ha ha)
He didn't even run, he walked (buster)
cuz I lived to see day
I I was there I would've clowned
but that's why we your bitch ass from the Pound
Cuz he wouldn't even squab
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 the emotion you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah)

(Snoop)

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

(Dat Daz)

5:30 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, dollar for the gangsta mack
act like you know, show me some 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 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 that them niggas get at you
So what made niggas try to spit at you
a gang that 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 I drop mines there was no more nickels and dimes
just boulders, ounces, ounces and quota
PC is the and I don't smoke blunt
It sees the with skunk, I might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, that 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 nigga, call his shots
Swoop G ain't the one, I do whats to be (aah)
Al-ways my gun and my G from 2-1
It's Cerritos but you don't hear me though cos you don't know
about the you-know, on Cerritos, ho
Swoop G by the fuckin
None of these nigga wanna with these (aah)
G, Swoop G, G