Luyện nghe bài hát #1 Crew in the Area

Hoo-Bangers,
Y'all Fo' sho'
Well do this shit
I'ma start this bitch off, and run it, check it, uhh

On marks, get set, go for what you know
It's the number 1 in your area, doe for doe
I it thuggish with my dicky's on sag
I buy my '57 Rag my '98 Jag

And just roll all over the town on 20 wheels
And just, brag all about the mils, I made on mic
I and do my thang keepin' niggas on amp
It's Mack 10 shit from the Hoo-Bangin' camp

I just, up and ball, y'all
Comrade and y'know we fades 'em all y'all
I'm six on the teatley
And I'm on you busters 'cos that's how it gotta be

please, Cadillacs on Deez
And in the middle of the winter, it's 89 degrees
We's die hard, pullin' job nigga's hall
Best to our records 'cos we's smack [Incomprehensible]

I a nigga ten times, leave 'em on concrete
Tight shit ya say, "Damn, Tech got bomb heat"
First that speak like, "I don't believe you"
First nigga who face touch ass 'fore, his knees do

Nigga, I ain't to please you, know that
I'm no joke, black, you can quote that, I that
I Mac's with 2-1's
Plus the at my side so I got two guns

It don't stop 'til the drop
to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the shrap, tryin' to regulate
we represent them straight B's and C's

Ready to go to war, I you to war
Hoo-Bangin' as I through your passenger door
Bust, grab bitch and tell her hit the floor
Give it a fuck, blood pour, what we here for

'Til I die, why I'm in a Dodge
Your can't see me, I'm greedy, call me Idi
Speedy, the fire spits, kicks like the Last
Connects the clock wit' the Glocks,

I'm a motherfuckin' Westside gangbang, low nigga
A 600 Benz ride, Cristal
You don't wanna fuck me, you're high, nigga
Fuck with this here, you disappear, to me clear

0 bang, ace double O gang
Run up in banks and run trancs, my fuckin' name?
CJ L-A-Richwold, right for the scrap
Less risk for the roller, niggas over

bangin', steady and packin' on chrome, up under the [Incomprehensible]
Swingin' from SC to Inglewood
up on ya, puttin' 'em on ya wit' these knuckle hammers, mayn
It's the shadiest loc, quick to let the barrel claim

Dub-C, one of the last niggas you get wit', with these things
I'm 'quipped with bitch, I'm a couple of sandwiches away a picnic
Clippin' nothin' but hoggs, I'm the seaside of the walls
What's connectin' with these Nigga, ballin' 'til we fall

[Incomprehensible] and C's, slangin' CD's
Overseas, the and Japanese
Ya get got, ass'll get shot
Have you on your hands and knees like you was sulac

What's the plot? Nigga, here to Reno
Boo Kapone, got three cases up in
I smash, I blast for the cash, I smoke
I ripped your ass in half, niggas do the math?

It don't stop 'til the casket
Quick to them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner the shrap, tryin' to regulate cheese
we represent them straight B's and C's

Y'all don't get down, fuck y'all fools
Ya best laydown, get clowned when we your whole town
The Jock Coon aka Binky Mac,
or gat? Put you flat then I ditch my strap

What's the haps, mayn? a whole crap game
Mack 10 put a on in, so now I Hoo-Bang
Get your new Jordans with my P hat
B-Mac, if I go broke I'm grabbin' my ski mask

Nigga, I'm a baller, Inglewood dweller, ho'
Schemin' for the pussy four times, do duty
Bustle up in and tatted up
and die for the West, but ain't had enough

It's a Hoo-Bang thang, they say a "Nigga, where ya be?"
Like, don't slow your roll, too late I'm out
I'm livin' crucial, do this here on zera
I live for and motherfuckers feel the terror

Rise up, when you fools is fallin'
The Dawgs is who you gon' call, we on the like Spalding
Trick, it's the Macs from the I
Hit the switch, in the Lac, and go from

Drive by, yeah G loves rat and thug dumpin'
Bumpin', see me from Roadawgs, always into
N.W.A., Hoo-Bangin, the R-E-C-I-P-E, yeah
We fades 'em all, Jamal

It's Connect gangbang or ball?
ask the lil' homey Do Dirty
We get drunk and beatin' fools
Up at the party

It stop 'til the casket drop
Quick to them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the shrap, to regulate cheese
Y'know we represent them B's and C's

It don't stop 'til the casket
to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the shrap, to regulate cheese
Y'know we represent them B's and C's

Yeah, gettin' ours, Connect OGz
for the cheese, nigga
You know about this
Try to see it or L-I-G it, nigga, wuz