Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

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

You know that coast low mentality
Focused on but livin' in a hole 'notha galaxy
We keep it straight but guard the spot
snatch chains in the parkin' lot

Don't matter, there still be hoes to gather
Pick about the thickest bitch an' I to have her
It's routine, the coupe clean, hit the sho'
You know we all fuckin' once they the po'

Wit the in my hand, pack the gat on my lap
'Coz it's hatin' when skatin' an' your pockets is fat
Don't act for a minute your ass surprised
recognize the real way that gangstas ride

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

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

It's down, motherfuckaz, like dat
Sounds Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp
An' the don't stop
I hope don't call the cops

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

Watch out for the
Dis West coast on mine an' anybody dssin', nigga, listen
House style 'coz I'm a gangsta Crip
C walkin', holdin' on the extra

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

I must gangsta'd up 'coz it just lives in me
An' when I seen enuff, I dats when I'll free somebody
said from 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, Side mad ass lunatic
Gang bang, a bitch, nigga, out to get a grip
On the grind, gettin' mine, ask the on the 9
2 O, you

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

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

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

a ounce with the homie, Cat
Or Ruff Dogg 'coz I love puttin' on the map
I it gangsta fo' sho', do', lo'
An' always got the muthfuckin' do do

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

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

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

Gangstas, Dogg
Sum'thin' for the 9 5, for pennies
Tray-Dee, Loc, yeah
My nigga, Battlecat on the beat, for life
West

You can't spell the 'West' the E, S
Ah, yes, we connectin',
how we do it, do it to 'em
An' we out, see ya