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 alley I my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg
Mad with no music but happy had to get
Bailin fast as I can bail down Street
I got my sacks in my pocket and at a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistol's in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta the LBC
controlled by the bomb E.T.
But just livin in big city is a task
Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have to ask

(Snoop Dogg)

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

(Kurupt)

See now I'm off to the shift
and I gots ta pay my to make 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
with my Glock cocke, to make a stop where I set up shop
on 59th and 8th Ave all the homies be hangin
That's where a nigga'll be
I'm makin a cool grip of shit, ain't me
so I put my together and cops a quarter key
And now the shops on
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 many new
But I only trust a few
and unawarely I you
But if only

(Snoop)

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

(Lil' Style)

Back on the streets, straight and grey
cuz I represent like day
Nigga you can't tell me I be on the spot
when I can tell you all the that done got shot
at least about five years ago
when I was in junior goin 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 Pizzound we been whoopin people's ass
And a blast
and if you don't believe me you can ask the homie Daz
And that's ass
Fucked around and let Young take your cash (ha ha)
He didn't even run, he away (buster)
cuz I lived to see day
I I was there I would've clowned
but why we axed your bitch ass from the Pound
Cuz he even squab back
Man we can't fuck with no like that
get us all cracked
If the police was behind us, he wouldn't even out with the strap
Now what I call a beeyatch! (Beeiyitch!)
I second the emotion you was the clique (yeah yeah)

(Snoop)

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

(Dat Daz)

It's 5:30 in the mornin, now I'm
Now as I to get G'd to a tee
And before I bail to school you I blaze up a sack
day, another dollar for the gangsta mack
Bitch act you know, show me some sex and affection
and lick me down slow, flossin, tossin a (bitch)
Dogg, one more thing I forgot to mention
Shoot niggas, shoot ten
Shoot the piece, slip to fiends
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 knew them niggas couldn't get at you
So what made niggas try to spit at you
Disrespect a gang that on you
Y'all punk ass niggas, man some bitches too

(Young Swoop)

Who got some gangsta shit? (ha ha)
Swoop G, I somebody's speakin up on you
Cuz when I drop mines there was no more and dimes
just boulders, ounces, half and quota
PC is the season and I don't blunt
It sees the with skunk, I might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, that shit'll put a in your chest
I only another twenty dollar, sure got me fucked up
My hood is hot and niggas is tryin ta plottin
Come up off a young nigga, his shots
Swoop G ain't the one, I do to be done (aah)
Al-ways my gun and my G from 2-1
It's Cerritos but you don't hear me cos you don't really know
about the you-know, on Cerritos, ho
G by the fuckin L-B's-C
None of these nigga wanna fuck with (aah)
Swoop G, G, G