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 thru the I made my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Dogg tape
Mad with no music but happy had to get
Bailin fast as I can bail 19th Street
I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a
on my neck, my pistol's close in hand
I'm a Dogg Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely by the bomb E.T.
But just livin in big is a serious task
Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have to ask

(Snoop Dogg)

We comin with that G shit, that C shit makin niggas sick
How it feel to see a G from your clique?
up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why?)
Last dice game got my win on
About a G and a half is what I with
but twenty five G's is what I with
was the word I heard
I deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the curb
Gimme the dice so I can break you
I a 6 (C-I-X) so my point was the biggest
Seven-four-four-tre back to
I sent two back to their lizzack

(Kurupt)

See now I'm off to the graveyard
and I gots ta pay my dues to make my
But I chill cuz my ho might
Ain't no thang cuz I sleeps all day and slang night fall
And I takes a walk up the block
with my Glock cocke, ready to make a stop I set up shop
on 59th and 8th Ave where all the homies be
That's a nigga'll be slangin
I'm makin a cool grip of shit, ain't me
so I put my chips together and cops a key
And now the on deck
and everything that's mines I protect with a Tek, I don't step
Now I got
and I'm rollin a Lexus, fuck a Benz, and so new friends
But I could trust a few
and I trusted you
But if only

(Snoop)

G and Snoop, homies from the motherfuckin
Devoted and quoted, in '84
I was thirteen, G was a older
but I still wasn't afraid to throw 'em the shoulders
Gettin put on the was the anticipation
and yeah, King was the destination
nigga that I knew was at the Park that night
even the that be lovin gettin sparked at night

(Lil' Style)

Back on the streets, blue and grey
cuz I represent every day
Nigga you can't tell me I don't be on the
when I can tell you all the homies that got shot
From at least 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 was the days of the past
but since the Pizzound formed we whoopin people's ass
And a blast
and if you don't believe me you can ask the homie Daz
And your ass
Fucked around and let Young Swoop take cash (ha ha)
He even run, he walked away (buster)
cuz I to see that day
I wished I was there I clowned
but that's why we axed your ass from the Pound
Cuz he wouldn't squab back
Man we can't with no niggas like that
He'll get us all
If the was behind us, he wouldn't even jump out with the strap
Now that's what I a beeyatch! (Beeiyitch!)
I second the emotion you was the clique (yeah yeah)

(Snoop)

Some of nigga are bitches too
And of these niggas look just like you
So if you've been told on
go out and get your roll on you ass nigga, you gettin' stole on

(Dat Daz)

5:30 in the mornin, now I'm yizzawnin
Now as I to get G'd to a tee
And before I bail to school you know I up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the gangsta
Bitch act like you know, show me some sex and
and lick me slow, flossin, tossin a bitch (bitch)
Yeah Dogg, one thing I forgot to mention
Shoot five niggas, ten
Shoot the piece, slip to your
Seven, it, win again
A '64 for the honeys, ho for the G
Young Daz, little nigga you can't with me

(Snoop)

Now I that them niggas couldn't get at you
So what them niggas try to spit at you
Disrespect a gang snitch on you
Y'all punk ass niggas, man some bitches too

(Young Swoop)

Who got some gangsta shit? (ha ha)
Swoop G, I heard somebody's up on you
Cuz when I mines there was no more nickels and dimes
boulders, ounces, half ounces and quota
PC is the season and I don't smoke
It the indo with skunk, I might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, shit'll put a hole in your chest
I want another twenty dollar, sure got me fucked up
My hood is gettin hot and is tryin ta plottin
Come up off a young nigga, call his
Swoop G the one, I do whats to be done (aah)
Al-ways have my gun and my G 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 fuckin
None of nigga wanna fuck with these (aah)
G, Swoop G, G