Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

(Lil' Style)

Nine in the mornin, feds at my (my door)
Blue Cortez cross the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin thru the alley I made my
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop tape
Mad with no music but happy had to get
Bailin as I can bail down 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 Pound from the LBC
Remotely by the bomb E.T.
But just in big city is a serious task
Didn't know what the wanted, didn't have time to ask

(Snoop Dogg)

We comin with that G shit, that C shit that niggas sick
How does it feel to see a G from your
Wake up, out of bed wit my grin on (why?)
Last dice game got my win on
About a G and a half is what I came
but twenty five G's is what I left
*?Teatley?* was the word I
I went 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
back to back
I sent two fools to their lizzack

(Kurupt)

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

(Snoop)

G and Snoop, from the motherfuckin get-go
Devoted and quoted, in '84
I was thirteen, G was a year
but I still afraid to throw 'em from the shoulders
Gettin put on the hood was the
and yeah, King was the destination
Every that I knew was at the Park that night
the smokers that be lovin gettin sparked at night

(Lil' Style)

Back on the streets, blue and grey
cuz I represent every day
Nigga you tell me I don't be on the spot
when I can you all the homies that done got shot
at least about five years ago
when I was in junior high to Marshall
The homie use to come up to the school and
and leave and have the flockin his jock
them was the days of the past
but since the formed we been whoopin people's ass
And everybody a
and if you don't believe me you can ask the homie Daz
And your ass
around and let Young Swoop take your cash (ha ha)
He didn't run, he walked away (buster)
cuz I lived to see day
I wished I was there I would've
but that's why we your bitch ass from the Pound
Cuz he wouldn't even back
Man we can't fuck with no niggas like
He'll get us all
If the police was behind us, he wouldn't even out with the strap
Now that's what I a beeyatch! (Beeiyitch!)
I second the you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah)

(Snoop)

Some of these are bitches too
And some of these niggas look like you
So if you've ever been 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 I blaze up a sack
Another day, dollar for the gangsta mack
Bitch act you know, show me some sex and affection
and lick me slow, flossin, tossin a bitch (bitch)
Yeah Dogg, one thing I forgot to mention
five niggas, shoot ten
Shoot the piece, slip to fiends
Seven, goddamn it, win
A '64 for the honeys, ho for the G
Young Daz, little you can't fuck with me

(Snoop)

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

(Young Swoop)

Who got gangsta gangsta shit? (ha ha)
Swoop G, I somebody's speakin up on you
Cuz when I drop mines there was no more nickels and
just boulders, ounces, ounces and quota
PC is the season and I smoke blunt
It sees the indo with skunk, I might as get drunk
To smoke some stress, that shit'll put a hole in your
I only want another dollar, sure got me fucked up
My is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta plottin
Come up off a young nigga, his shots
G ain't 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
about the you-know, on Cerritos, ho
Swoop G by the fuckin
of these nigga wanna fuck with these (aah)
Swoop G, G, G