Luyện nghe bài hát Gansta'd Up

[Chorus: 50
Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me like my emotions are froze i stay "G'd Up", its
tha things tha i dun seen and the shit ive been through that made my heart cold i stay
"G'd Up",Im a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my I stay "G'd Up", when im
hanigin' out tha window wit that AK ya punk ass wit holes

[50
Cocaine, heroin, extacy, marijuana, a mule on that from NY to Carolina, paper
chase different name, same face dont catch a case, my road on parole his baby gurls 4 years
old, we tha block pistol cop, u could shoot or get shot kill u for ur crack spot take
everything ass got, semi-automatics spary, bust back or run away, niggaz talkin in tha
hood we'll handle this another day, in u make my shit, u should b dead, if u can catch a
Christmas,ill send u a gift,niggaz come and leave yo ass twisted,them hollowtips shells
burn baby burn,see niggaz get merked up,N babies born make tha world turn, i've it all crystal
clear so i my pistol near,hearts never full of fear homie i stay well aware of whats goin
around me muthafuckas want me dead i go wit a smile on my face,witness my kid

[Lloyd
lil nigga I dun paved the way,yall thank e'm,but if u think otherwise bring ya boy over
here so i could spank e'm,ill put a end to your bitch (bitch),before u speak on 50,buy
fourty in a spare clip, these niggaz gassed up to used to rap like i wont give
them more blood clots than supercat,niggaz will ya im like a bat catcher ill give em
signs and they'll throw at ya, round here niggaz die off hydro and even when it aint tha
4th of July it sound like pyro,u smart enuff to creep n lay ur dumb down the pound will
spin u down tha young James Brown (yeah) i know im hot but hey (hey) im icy to rocks will
hit u from a block away like a beat from Dr.Dre we over this year case tha soldiers is
here everyone knows its a (yeah)!

[Young
my popa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man he just pop bottle n smoke
up a half a gram,i hop in my Impala and ride all throught tha night that gave my homeboy
life so when u do it do it right,my fingernails still filled with residue,i still got
tha heart to go bust me ahead or 2 (fo sho)no other soulution u think we n hooptin'
until u wake up n u gotta here about these shootings,i take a bullet from mah n put tha
clip in my pocket before i take another bullet im pull it and pop it (bllaaatt)and if
its beef my nigga then let your guns do tha the graveyard has got plenty room for a
coffin (haha)they say we responsible for boostin tha rate they say we tha reason these
young niggaz is buying weight but im gonna keep this glock on my waist my dyin'days its
"Nuttin But A G Thang" And Dr.Dre