Luyện nghe bài hát #1 Crew in the Area

Hoo-Bangers,
Y'all Fo' sho'
let's do this 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 about the mils, I made on mic
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 hittin' six on the
And I'm on you busters 'cos that's how it gotta be

please, Cadillacs on Deez
And in the middle of the winter, still 89 degrees
We's die hard, pullin' job 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 nigga speak like, "I don't believe you"
First who face touch ass 'fore, before his knees do

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

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

Ready to go to war, I you to war
Hoo-Bangin' as I buck through passenger door
Bust, grab your and tell her hit the floor
Give it a fuck, blood pour, 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 like the Last
Connects the clock the Glocks, g'yeah

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

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

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

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

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

What's the Nigga, from here to Reno
Boo Kapone, got three cases up in
I smash, I for the cash, I smoke hash
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 corner with the shrap, to regulate cheese
Y'know we represent them B's and C's

Y'all wanna get down, fuck y'all fools
Ya laydown, get clowned when we spray your whole town
The Jock aka Binky Mac, nigga
or gat? Put you flat then I ditch my strap

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

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

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 on major zera
I live for violence and feel the terror

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

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

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

It don't stop 'til the 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 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

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