Luyện nghe bài hát Bang or Ball

From I got the hook-up!

W s ya
of a street nigga
We got the
Either it or take it

(chorus)

Bang or ball or ball
We don't shit else
Just bang or
Bang or ball or ball
Westside an we doin it all

gang memebers
Or should I say an crips
weed ? ? ? ?
Cus we trippin off chips
on they feet
Now we the most hated bye the
Studio lot fulla
Benzos an
Man the are freezin
Keep that near you
classic chevroletes
With on the rearview
Now when it to grindin
Man I'm as good as come
I got the bombay
That leave your body
Now when I I slang
An my hooks was wikkid
But I kept comin up
shy of a ticket
Now I'm the most
As a matter of fact I'm it all
Cus connect gang bangin uhh
Macks gonna

from the pacific
? ? ? ? ?
Them dumpin motherfuckers
Up with this ws on tonight
Yea g love know where the at
Die hard like the
Take a hit or a contact
the road dog
When ya see the heata cocked
Shes too clean to the corna on the ? ? ? block
I the funk
that gap band
I hit em up
Mashin an blastin shotguns the fat man

the tech up
Strap ya up
Connect
The insane gang
Bout to get crest up
Shit I the killas
Them niggas that bang
And they three wheelers
Everytime I the dial
Its like ain't no love for the nigga
Dyslexic rappin
Bang or be seated
We threw out the ws and we remain

(chorus)

Yea line em up an buck em down with the 8
Its for the cake
Im it don't you hesitate
Yea the
Englewood's most notorius
When I'm dumpin the
Dont get to with love
An fool youll be layin in king
Body of tubes
An thats just a before I'm swarmin
? ? ? ? always at bombin

we tryin to
Do
Who with connect gang
Bang or
Slang or nigga
dogs we can fade em all
Busta we shot
In the of pause
You paper haters take shots
But shit don't stop
You to get got
we all about them ends
Got throwin up the w from
New to new orleans

Its the b I c an k y why ask why
do or die
From the
a who ride
Gats we em
Chips we em
Hits we em
we stickin em
On a
Hit up my on a cellular
no body fuck with ws I'm tellin ya
Blocks get
My nine he squeezed it
Niggas talkin
Guess just repeat it

(chorus)

Yea I couse
cocaine an smoke weed
Gang an fuck the police
My street
Is to live
Defy
I cant see a nigga me
On 4th an 2 I'm the nigga ya it to
Hard core cold
Under pressure I fold
Sendin love to my
With they on hold
I my own destiny
These niggas wont get the of me
Mr. k mack an w s goin in history
no mystery
No do it betta for the chedda
No demos
Its all about the lacs an the
An all you hoes wanna bore these

Bout to slay em out the
it, got to calmly load it
Cock it, pop it, it, head exploded
And he it
The he wrote it
Never out
is quoted you know this
ya man out
With his out
In the an dickies
v-12's an 850's
Then with the
Fly like a frisbee,
color lines
Since I'm down mack dime
We die

for a ? ? ? or better
Kill whoever with whatever
For the chedder
Lets make it
An worst
Get back to back an up
Some niggas our shirts on
An yall

(chorus) x2

An there you have it westside gang members
Who bangin affiliets ever you want to call em
You know what I'm an all we do is bang or ball
thats it thats all what else is ther to do

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