Luyện nghe bài hát Bang or Ball

From I got the hook-up!

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

(chorus)

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

Connect memebers
Or should I say an crips
weed ? ? ? ?
Cus we ain't off chips
Everybody on they
Now we the most bye the haters
Studio lot fulla
an navigators
Man the streets are
Keep that heat you
Rollin classic
With bandannas on the
Now it come to grindin
Man I'm as good as come
I got the bombay
leave your body numb
Now when I I slang
An my was still wikkid
But somehow I comin up
shy of a ticket
Now I'm doin the
As a of fact I'm doin it all
Cus connect gang mean uhh
Macks gonna

Representitive the pacific
? ? ? ? ?
Them pumpin motherfuckers
Up with this ws it's on
Yea g know where the bomb at
Die like the comrads
Take a hit or a contact
Believe the dog
When ya see the millameta heata
Shes too clean to bend the on the ? ? ? block
I bring the
Like that gap
I hit em up
Mashin an shotguns with the fat man

the tech up
Strap ya up
gang
The west gang
to get they crest up
Shit I represent the
Them niggas that slang
And test they three
Everytime I the dial
Its ain't no love for the real nigga
Dyslexic rappin
ball or be seated
We threw out the ws and we remain

(chorus)

Yea line em up an em down with the tramp 8
Its for the whole
Im bout it don't you
Yea the
Englewood's most fool
I'm dumpin the crew
Dont get to fuckin love
An fool be layin in killa king
Body of tubes
An thats a warnin before I'm swarmin
? ? ? ? always at bombin

we tryin to
Do
Who bang connect gang
or ball
Slang or brawl
Road dogs we can em all
we shot callin
In the of pause
You paper haters take shots
But this don't stop
You to get got
Englewood we all 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
Know a who
we packin em
Chips we em
Hits we em
Bitches we em
On a
Hit up my on a cellular
Cant no body fuck with ws I'm ya
Blocks get
My nine he squeezed it
Niggas shit
well just repeat it

(chorus)

Yea I pain
Cook an smoke weed
affileated an fuck the police
My street
Is to lavishly
gravity
I cant see a nigga me
On 4th an 2 I'm the ya give it to
core stoned cold
Under pressure I fold
love to my niggas
With they on hold
I controle my own
These wont get the best of me
Mr. k an w s goin down in history
no mystery
No body do it betta for the
No more
Its all the lacs an the limos
An all you hoes wanna bore criminals

to slay em out the pocket
Watch it, got to calmly it
Cock it, pop it, it, head exploded
And he it
The murder he it
panned out
Devoted is quoted you know
ya man out
With his out
In the converse an
Rollin an 850's
with the 60's
Fly like a frisbee,
Different color
Since I'm down mack dime
We die

Westside for a ? ? ? or
Kill whoever with whatever
For the chedder
Lets it better
An doller
Get back to back an up
Some with our shirts on
An work

(chorus) x2

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

for life