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

In about four seconds, a will begin to speak

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

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

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

Rappers like '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
and dips, bitches and chips, nigga

What's my friggen low-grader system
That puff B I itches on the premises
Nigga be dissin' on a low, so now my motto's
"Fuck every rapper from the East and the Coast"

New School, Old School, I you motherfuckers
I'm steady plottin', cracklin' my ass wit'cha 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 South L.A.

Goddamn nigga, shit make me sick
All these West cowards ridin' New York beat
Busters get sprayed wearin' high-top
And backwards with dark-ass shades

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

Check it, ho' shut mouth and get naked
I'm Connected and no bitches singin' on this record
No R and B tracks, niggas on wax
Kickin' facts with these raps

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

Nigga get off, this is wacked
Fuck that, I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin'
Spit on ya, shit on ya I get on your pissil
You're goin' up and your fuckin' 'cos I lovin' none of ya

And even the female rappers are smacked
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 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.

In about four seconds, a killa will begin to

Now you can cross out the busters and
B-Real and Miss Muggs is like bitches
From the I know in the streets I run through
Swear to God bitch, real it ain't one dog and

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

Use to get kisses and hugs, now I'm ya slugs
Fuck and Muggs, y'all niggas ain't no fuckin' thugs
Be all surprised, everybody
Columbian neckties covered with fright

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

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

Tied his ass up and threw him in the
Put an apple in his and dug his ass out
I [Incomprehensible] 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 Central L.A.

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