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

In about four seconds, a gangsta will to speak

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

I'm smokin', make dough Trump
Cookin' chowder to chunk, punk
Straight off dust, nigga trust I
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 dollars on my books, nigga
I'm not an MC, I'm not a G
I I'm A to fuckin' Z and everything in between

Rappers like gangbangin' I'm in it to the fullest
And my hood ain't dodgin' bullets
all about the Bloods and Crips, no one tri-ips
Colors and dips, and chips, nigga

What's this my low-grader system
takes puff B I itches on the premises
Nigga be dissin' on a down low, so now my
"Fuck every rapper the East and the West 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 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 high-top fades
And Cango's backwards with shades

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

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

Every in the industry wanna rap with me
Like it's all good, you 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
Fuck that, I you in the can with a motherfuckin' propajack
on ya, shit on ya when I get on your pissil
You're up and your fuckin' 'cos I ain't lovin' none of ya

And even the female are gettin' 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 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.

In about four seconds, a killa will to speak

Now you can out the busters and snitches
B-Real and Miss is like Hollywood bitches
From the niggas I in the streets I run through
Swear to God bitch, real it one dog and nobody

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

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

Ya fuckin maggots, ya faggots
I shoulda you, every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you
So when I my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin' C H K all 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
this nigga 'bout the name of Dove caught him slippin'

Tied his ass up and threw him in the
Put an in his mouth and dug his ass out
I lead him then down his body 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 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 chasin'
Stick to them dicks and balls used to
ass motherfuckers