Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

I with the gang that don't need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South
Credentials, to flows an' rip shows
Dip 4s an' pimp hoes the indo blow

You know that West low mentality
Focused on reality but livin' in a hole galaxy
We keep it hard but guard the spot
Bangas snatch chains in the lot

Don't matter, there still be fine hoes to
Pick the thickest bitch an' I gots to have her
It's routine, the clean, let's hit the sho'
You we all fuckin' once they glimpse the po'

Wit the satin in my hand, the gat on my lap
'Coz it's when you're skatin' an' your pockets is fat
act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just the real way that gangstas ride

If it ain't chronic, don't it up
An' if it ain't a Chevy, don't it up
You we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk
So all the niggaz stay gangsta'd up

We makin' paper only suckas claim to
By stickin' to the an' neva changin' up
You we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk
Keep it real, motherfucka, gansta'd up

It's down, motherfuckaz, like dat
Sounds like been upstairs wit Zapp
An' the knockin' stop
I nobody don't call the cops

It don't stop, the beat'll make your pop
Nah betta yet 'coz dis shit'll keep your glock
You think I'm trippin'? Fool, I ain't
You betta read up on dis to keep the latest non-fiction

out for the friction
Dis West coast on mine an' fuck dssin', nigga, listen
Dogg House 'coz I'm a gangsta Crip
C walkin', holdin' on the clip

Now you be a friend
But you gonna make me unload an' slap the clip in reload
You wanna go toe to
Sit my pistol on ground on the pound, nigga, hell, no

I must gangsta'd up 'coz it just lives in me
An' when I enuff, I guess dats when I'll free somebody
Once said Willie C., nigga, don't speak on me
I won't stop, so let me be, we are the streets, somebody

I'm a Long Beach, East Side mad ass
Gang bang, slap a bitch, nigga, out to get a
On the grind, gettin' mine, ask the on the 9
2 O, you

We still own niggaz who bitch shit
Real niggaz dis, let's get rich
Under the sun the Young 2 Ones
TLCs an' all the

for whatever, who eva wanna see me now
You lookin' me, I guess you wanna be me now
It take a whole lot to be D O dub
You put it down an' always stay G'd up

All Star with the G apparel
If I fall in the club, I might a pair of Stacy Adams
You neva me lookin' R an' B
I might be in a 3 piece lookin' way O.G.

Blazin' a with the homie, Cat
Or Ruff Dogg 'coz I puttin' hustlas on the map
I keep it fo' sho', do', lo'
An' always got the do do smoke

For all my locs an' ken folks, dis is for
Let me hit sum'thin', dog
Beware of my
We hopin' an' nuthin' but the gangsta shit

If it ain't chronic, don't it up
An' if it ain't a Chevy, raise it up
You know we keep it bangin', fake the funk
For all my real stay gangsta'd up

We makin' paper suckas claim to touch
By stickin' to the an' neva changin' up
You we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk
Keep it real, motherfucka, stay up

Gangstas, Dogg
for the 9 5, plus for pennies
Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc,
My nigga, Battlecat on the beat, bustas for
West

You spell the 'West' without the E, S
Ah, yes, we connectin',
how we do it, do it to 'em
An' we out, see ya