Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

I bang with the gang that need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West Central
Credentials, to flows an' rip shows
Dip 4s an' pimp while the indo blow

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

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

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

If it chronic, don't blaze it up
An' if it ain't a Chevy, don't it up
You know we keep it bangin', don't the funk
So all the real niggaz 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 goin' down, motherfuckaz, dat
Sounds like Battlecat upstairs wit Zapp
An' the knockin' don't
I nobody don't call the cops

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

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

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

I must stay gangsta'd up it just lives in me
An' when I seen enuff, I guess dats when 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, Side mad ass lunatic
bang, slap a bitch, nigga, out to get a grip
On the grind, mine, ask the homiez on the 9
2 O, you

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

Down for whatever, who eva see me now
You lookin' like me, I you wanna be me now
It take a lot to be Snoop 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 bust a pair of Stacy
You neva catch me R an' B
I be in a 3 piece suit lookin' way O.G.

Blazin' a ounce the homie, Cat
Or Ruff Dogg 'coz I puttin' hustlas on the map
I it gangsta 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
of my clique
We hopin' an' dropin' nuthin' but the shit

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

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

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

You can't the 'West' without the E, S
Ah, yes, we connectin',
how we do it, do it to 'em
An' we out, see ya