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

In about four seconds, a gangsta will begin to

Well, it's the mad with the dirty lick 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', make dough Trump
Cookin' to they chunk, punk
Straight off dust, nigga I bust
And cross 'em out and put a 'K if they ain't with 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 Z and everything 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
Colors and dips, bitches and chips,

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

New School, Old School, I hate you
I'm steady plottin', my ass wit'cha album 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 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.

Goddamn nigga, this shit me sick
All West Coast cowards ridin' New York beat
Busters get sprayed wearin' fades
And Cango's backwards dark-ass shades

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

Check it, ho' shut your and get naked
I'm Connected and ain't no singin' on this record
No R and B tracks, just on wax
Kickin' facts with these gang-bang

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

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

And the female rappers are gettin' smacked
Stabbed in the titties and in the back
'Cos I'm a Connection hista
Bored from a lover dishin' 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 South L.A.

In about four seconds, a killa will begin to

Now you can cross out the busters and
and Miss Muggs 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 watch what you say,who ya talkin' 'bout,ya
And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya ass is speakin'
I'm sick wit it, cappin' cha till I hit it
This Westside Connection, know they can't 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 fuckin'
Be all surprised, dies
Columbian neckties covered with fright

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

I once knew this bitch by the name of
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta
Behind closed doors, his mouth like a trick-in
Till this nigga 'bout the 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] lead him then down his 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 them and balls you're used to
Punk ass