Luyện nghe bài hát Cross 'Em Out And Put A 'K

In about seconds, a gangsta will begin to speak

Well, it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty style
And pullin' 211's ever since taa-doow, there's ten ways to die
Choosin' and hit the boopin', floosin'
Off this gang-bang music, so all I'd wanna got the stumped

I'm smokin', dough like Trump
Cookin' chowder to they chunk,
Straight off dust, nigga I bust
And cross 'em out and put a 'K if they ain't down us

It's off the hook, nigga, I'm a Westside crook,
The forty dollars on my books, nigga
I'm not an MC, I'm not a G
I mean I'm A to Z and everything in between

Rappers gangbangin' 'cos I'm in it to the fullest
And my hood ain't never bullets
It's all about the and Crips, no one tri-ips
Colors and dips, and chips, nigga

this my friggen low-grader system
That takes B I itches on the premises
Nigga be dissin' on a down low, so now my
"Fuck every rapper the East and the West Coast"

New School, Old School, I you motherfuckers
I'm plottin', cracklin' my ass wit'cha album covers
'em out and put a 'K
Then no Saint days, nigga, then run the holidays

'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to Central L.A.

'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to Central L.A.

nigga, this shit make me sick
All these West Coast cowards ridin' New York
Busters get wearin' high-top fades
And Cango's with dark-ass shades

No switchblades, nigga, we
That's how it is on the West when true to your roots
So kill the action, punk, hootchie bitches
Nigga get your sag on and your pants legs down

Check it, ho' your mouth and get naked
I'm and ain't no bitches singin' on this record
No R and B tracks, niggas on wax
Kickin' facts these gang-bang raps

Every nigga in the industry rap with me
Like it's all good, you ain't from my
Nigga, I don't even like your shit, I don't like your
I'm true, through, nigga fuck you

Nigga get off, shit is wacked
Fuck that, I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin'
on ya, shit on ya when I get on your pissil
You're goin' up and your fuckin' 'cos I ain't lovin' of ya

And even the female rappers are gettin'
Stabbed in the titties and in the back
'Cos I'm a Connection hista
from a lover dishin' nothin' but foolers and dirty rubbers

'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to Central L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.

'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to Central L.A.

In about seconds, a killa will begin to speak

Now you can cross out the busters and
B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood
the niggas I know in the streets I run through
Swear to God bitch, it ain't one dog and nobody

So what you say,who ya talkin' 'bout,ya tweakin'
And keep hogs out'cha when ya bitch ass is speakin'
I'm wit it, cappin' cha dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection, Cypress know they can't with it

Use to get kisses and hugs, now I'm servin' ya
Fuck B-Real and Muggs, niggas ain't no fuckin' thugs
Be all surprised, dies
From neckties covered with fright

Ya fuckin maggots, ya faggots
I hurt you, every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you
So when I pull my spray-can to
I'm sprayin' C H K all day

I once knew this by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem this gangsta shit
Behind doors, runnin' his mouth like a trick-in
Till this nigga 'bout the of Dove caught him slippin'

Tied his ass up and him in the truck
Put an apple in his and dug his ass out
I lead him then down his body stashed
In a trash bag with a in his ass

'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to Central L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.

'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.

Don't go waterfalls
to them dicks and balls you're used to
Punk ass