Luyện nghe bài hát #1 Crew in the Area

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

On your marks, get set, go for what you
the number 1 crew 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 all over the town on 20 inch wheels
And just, brag all about the mils, I on mic skills
I slang and do my thang keepin' on amp
It's Mack 10 kickin' shit from the Hoo-Bangin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Til I die, why I'm in a Dodge
Your homies see me, I'm greedy, call me Idi
Speedy, the fire spits, kicks the Last Dragon
Connects the clock wit' the Glocks,

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

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

So-so bangin', steady and packin' on chrome, up the [Incomprehensible]
Swingin' packages SC to Inglewood
Runnin' up on ya, '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 you wanna get wit', with these things
I'm 'quipped with bitch, I'm a couple of sandwiches from a picnic
Clippin' nothin' but hoggs, I'm from the of the walls
What's connectin' with these doggs? Nigga, ballin' 'til we

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

What's the plot? Nigga, from to Reno
Boo Kapone, got cases up in Chino
I smash, I blast for the cash, I hash
I your ass in half, don't niggas do the math?

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

Y'all don't wanna get down, fuck y'all
Ya best laydown, get clowned when we spray whole town
The Coon aka Binky Mac, nigga
Porsche or Put you flat then I ditch my strap

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

Nigga, I'm a baller, dweller, ho' seller
Schemin' for the pussy four times, do your
Bustle up in this and 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 your roll, too late I'm banged out
I'm livin' crucial, do this on major zera
I live for violence and feel the terror

Rise up, when you other fools is
The is who you gon' call, we on the ball like Spalding
Trick, the infamous Macs from the I
Hit the switch, in the Lac, and go low-to-high

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

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

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

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

Yeah, ours, Westside Connect OGz
for the cheese, nigga
You know about crew
Try to see it or it, nigga, wuz happenin'?