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 pullin' 211's ever since taa-doow, there's ten million 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 dough like
Cookin' chowder to they chunk,
Straight off dust, nigga trust I
And cross 'em out and put a 'K if they 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

like gangbangin' 'cos I'm in it to the fullest
And my hood never dodgin' bullets
It's all about the Bloods and Crips, no one
Colors and dips, bitches and chips,

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

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

Goddamn nigga, this shit make me
All these Coast cowards ridin' New York beat
get sprayed wearin' high-top fades
And Cango's backwards with dark-ass

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

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

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

And even the female rappers are smacked
Stabbed in the titties and in the back
'Cos I'm a Connection hista
Bored from a 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 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 begin to speak

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

So watch you say,who ya talkin' 'bout,ya tweakin'
And keep 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 they fuck with it

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

Ya maggots, ya fuckin' 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 bitch by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with gangsta shit
closed doors, runnin' his mouth like a trick-in
Till this nigga 'bout the name of caught him slippin'

Tied his ass up and threw him in the
Put an in his mouth and dug his ass out
I [Incomprehensible] him then down his body stashed
In a bag with a cue-cover 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 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.

Don't go waterfalls
Stick to them and balls you're used to
Punk ass