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 to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Mad with no but happy had to get free
Bailin fast as I can bail down Street
I got my in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistol's close in
I'm a Dogg Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by the E.T.
But just livin in big city is a serious
Didn't know what the wanted, didn't have time to ask

(Snoop Dogg)

We comin with that G shit, that C shit that makin niggas
How does it feel to see a G from your
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 came
but twenty five G's is I left with
*?Teatley?* was the word I
I went deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the
Gimme the so I can break you niggas
I threw a 6 (C-I-X) so my was the biggest
Seven-four-four-tre to back
I sent two fools back to lizzack

(Kurupt)

See now I'm off to the graveyard
and I gots ta pay my to make my grip
But I chill cuz my ho call
Ain't no thang cuz I sleeps all day and slang night fall
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 be hangin
That's where a be slangin
I'm makin a cool grip of shit, ain't me
so I put my chips together and a quarter key
And now the on deck
and everything that's 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 unawarely I 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, Park was the destination
Every nigga that I knew was at the that night
even the smokers that be lovin gettin at night

(Lil' Style)

on the streets, straight blue and grey
cuz I represent every day
Nigga you tell me I don't be on the spot
when I can you all the homies that done got shot
From at about five years ago
when I was in junior high goin to
The homie use to come up to the and rock
and leave and the bitches flockin his jock
Damn them was the of the past
but since the Pizzound formed we whoopin people's ass
And a blast
and if you believe me nigga you can ask the homie Daz
And that's 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 clowned
but that's why we axed bitch ass from the Pound
Cuz he wouldn't even squab
Man we can't fuck with no niggas like
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 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 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 I blaze up a sack
Another day, dollar for the gangsta mack
Bitch act you know, show me some sex and affection
and lick me down slow, flossin, 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, little nigga you fuck with me

(Snoop)

Now I that them niggas couldn't get at you
So made them niggas try to spit at you
Disrespect a gang snitch on you
Y'all punk ass niggas, man y'all 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 and dimes
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 shit'll put a hole in your
I only want twenty dollar, sure got me fucked up
My is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta plottin
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 Cerritos but you don't hear me though cos you don't know
the you-know, on Cerritos, silly ho
Swoop G by the L-B's-C
None of nigga wanna fuck with these (aah)
Swoop G, G, G