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 chickenhawk with the dirty style
And pullin' ever since taa-doow, there's ten million ways to die
Choosin' Mack and hit the boopin',
Off this gang-bang music, so all I'd wanna got the room

I'm smokin', dough like Trump
Cookin' to they chunk, punk
Straight off dust, trust 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 motherfuckin' dollars on my books,
I'm not an MC, I'm not a G
I mean I'm A to fuckin' Z and in between

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

What's my friggen low-grader system
takes puff B I itches on the premises
Nigga be dissin' on a low, so now my motto's
"Fuck every from the East 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 days, nigga, then run the fuckin' holidays

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

Goddamn nigga, this shit make me
All these West Coast cowards ridin' New beat
Busters get sprayed wearin' fades
And backwards with dark-ass shades

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

Check it, ho' your mouth and get naked
I'm Connected and no bitches singin' on this record
No R and B tracks, just on wax
Kickin' facts with these gang-bang

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

Nigga get off, shit is wacked
Fuck that, I bust you in the can a motherfuckin' propajack
Spit on ya, 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 smacked
Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the
'Cos I'm a Westside Connection
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 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 four seconds, a killa will begin to speak

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

So watch what you say,who ya talkin' 'bout,ya
And keep out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin'
I'm sick wit it, cappin' cha till I hit it
This Westside Connection, Cypress know they fuck with it

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

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

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

his ass up and threw him in the truck
Put an apple in his and dug his ass out
I [Incomprehensible] lead him then down his body
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 Central 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