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

In about four seconds, a gangsta begin to speak

Well, the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style
And 211's ever since taa-doow, there's ten million 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' chowder to chunk, punk
Straight off dust, nigga I bust
And 'em out and put a 'K if they ain't down with us

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

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

What's this my friggen system
That takes puff B I on the premises
Nigga be dissin' on a down low, so now my
"Fuck every rapper from the and the West Coast"

New School, Old School, I hate you
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, this shit me sick
All these West Coast cowards New York beat
Busters get sprayed wearin' fades
And backwards with dark-ass shades

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

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

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

Nigga get off, this shit is
Fuck that, I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin'
Spit on ya, shit on ya when I get on your
You're goin' up and your fuckin' I ain't lovin' none of ya

And even the female are gettin' smacked
in the titties and kicked in the back
'Cos I'm a Westside Connection
Bored from a 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 Central L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.

In about four seconds, a killa begin to speak

Now you can cross out the and snitches
B-Real and Miss is like Hollywood bitches
From the niggas I know in the I run through
to God bitch, real it ain't one dog and nobody

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

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

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

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

his ass up and threw him in the truck
Put an in his mouth and dug his ass out
I [Incomprehensible] lead him then down his stashed
In a trash bag a cue-cover in his ass

'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 Central 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