Luyện nghe bài hát #1 Crew in the Area

Hoo-Bangers,
Y'all ready? Fo'
Well let's do shit
I'ma start this bitch off, and y'all run it, 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 on 20 inch 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, wake up and ball,
Comrade and y'know we fades 'em all y'all
I'm hittin' six on the
And I'm on you busters 'cos that's how it gotta be

Niggas please, Cadillacs on
And in the middle of the winter, it's 89 degrees
We's die hard, pullin' job nigga's cards
Best to check our records 'cos we's smack

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

Nigga, I ain't tryin' to please you, know
I'm no joke, black, you can quote that, I that
I Mac's with 2-1's
Plus the deuce-5's at my so I got two guns

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

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

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

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

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

So-so bangin', and packin' on chrome, up under the [Incomprehensible]
Swingin' packages SC to Inglewood
Runnin' up on ya, puttin' 'em on ya these knuckle hammers, mayn
It's the shadiest ridah loc, to let the barrel claim

Dub-C, one of the last niggas you wanna get wit', with 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 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 like you was makin' sulac

What's the plot? Nigga, from here to
Boo Kapone, got three up in Chino
I smash, I blast for the cash, I smoke
I ripped ass in half, don't niggas do the math?

It stop 'til the casket drop
to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's 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 your town
The Jock Coon aka Binky Mac,
Porsche or gat? Put you flat then I ditch my

What's the haps, mayn? a whole crap game
Mack 10 put a on in, so now I Hoo-Bang
Get your new Jordans my usual 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 times, do your duty
Bustle up in this and up
Live and die for the West, but ain't had

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

Rise up, when you other 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 swamp rat and thug
Bumpin', see me from Roadawgs, always into
Like N.W.A., Hoo-Bangin, the R-E-C-I-P-E,
We fades 'em all, Jamal

It's Westside Connect or ball?
Just ask the homey Do Dirty
We get and start beatin' fools
Up at the pool

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

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

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