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

In about four seconds, a gangsta begin to speak

Well, it's the mad with the dirty lick style
And 211's 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 stumped

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

off the hook, nigga, I'm a Westside crook, nigga
The forty motherfuckin' 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 gangbangin' 'cos I'm in it to the fullest
And my ain't never dodgin' bullets
It's all about the Bloods and Crips, no one
Colors and dips, and chips, nigga

What's my friggen low-grader system
That takes puff B I on the premises
be dissin' 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', cracklin' my ass album covers
'em out and put a 'K
Then no Saint days, nigga, 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 Central L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to Central L.A.

Goddamn nigga, shit make me sick
All these West Coast ridin' New York 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 true to roots
So kill the action, punk, hootchie clown
Nigga get your sag on and keep pants legs down

Check it, ho' shut your and get naked
I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin' on record
No R and B tracks, niggas on wax
Kickin' facts these gang-bang 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 your shit, I don't like your
I'm true, your through, fuck you

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

And even the female rappers are smacked
Stabbed in the titties and in the back
'Cos I'm a Westside Connection
Bored 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 out the busters and snitches
B-Real and Muggs is like Hollywood bitches
From the 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 mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin'
I'm sick wit it, cappin' cha dome I hit it
Westside Connection, Cypress know they can't fuck with it

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

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

I once knew this by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem this gangsta shit
Behind closed doors, runnin' his 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 in his mouth 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 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.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.

go chasin' waterfalls
Stick to dicks and balls you're used to
Punk ass