Luyện nghe bài hát #1 Crew in the Area

Hoo-Bangers,
ready? Fo' sho'
Well let's do shit
I'ma start this bitch off, and y'all run it, it, uhh

On your marks, get set, go for you know
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 roll all over the town on 20 wheels
And just, brag all the mils, I made on mic skills
I slang and do my thang keepin' on amp
Mack 10 kickin' shit from the Hoo-Bangin' camp

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

Niggas please, Cadillacs on
And in the middle of the winter, still 89 degrees
We's die hard, job nigga's hall cards
Best to check our records 'cos smack [Incomprehensible]

I a nigga ten times, leave 'em on concrete
shit make ya say, "Damn, Tech got bomb heat"
First nigga that speak like, "I believe you"
First nigga who face touch ass 'fore, his knees do

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

It stop 'til the casket drop
Quick to them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the shrap, tryin' to 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 and tell her hit the floor
it a fuck, blood pour, what we came here for

'Til I die, why camoflage? I'm in a
homies can't see me, I'm greedy, call me Idi
Speedy, the fire spits, kicks the Last Dragon
Connects the clock the Glocks, g'yeah

I'm a Westside gangbang, low ride nigga
A 600 Benz ride, Cristal
You don't wanna fuck me, you're high, nigga
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 fuckin'
CJ L-A-Richwold, right here for the
risk for the roller, killin' niggas over

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

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

knees and C's, slangin' CD's
Overseas, the and Japanese
Ya get got, your get shot
Have you on your and knees like you was makin' sulac

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

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

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

the haps, mayn? Jockin' a whole crap game
Mack 10 put a nigga on in, so now I
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 four times, do your duty
Bustle up in this and up
Live and die for the West, but ain't had

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

Rise up, when you fools is fallin'
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 from

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

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

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

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

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