Luyện nghe bài hát #1 Crew in the Area

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

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

And just roll all over the town on 20 inch
And just, brag all about the mils, I 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 we fades 'em all y'all
I'm hittin' six on the
And I'm ridin' on you busters 'cos how it gotta be

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

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

Nigga, I ain't tryin' to please you, that
I'm no joke, black, you can quote that, I wrote
I hold Mac's 2-1's
the deuce-5's 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 the shrap, tryin' to regulate cheese
Y'know we them straight B's and C's

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

'Til I die, why camoflage? I'm in a
Your homies see me, I'm greedy, call me Idi
Speedy, the fire spits, kicks like the Last
Connects the wit' the Glocks, g'yeah

I'm a Westside gangbang, low ride 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

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

So-so bangin', steady and on chrome, up under the [Incomprehensible]
packages from SC to Inglewood
Runnin' up on ya, puttin' 'em on ya wit' 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 bitch, I'm a couple of sandwiches away from a picnic
Clippin' nothin' but hoggs, I'm from the seaside of the
What's connectin' with these doggs? Nigga, ballin' 'til we

[Incomprehensible] 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

What's the plot? Nigga, from 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 stop 'til the casket
Quick to them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner the shrap, tryin' to regulate cheese
Y'know we represent them B's and C's

Y'all don't wanna get down, fuck 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

What's the haps, mayn? Jockin' a whole game
10 put a nigga 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 four times, do your duty
Bustle up in and tatted 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 I'm banged out
I'm crucial, do this here on major zera
I live for violence and motherfuckers feel the

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

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

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

It don't stop the casket drop
to handle 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

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

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