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

In about seconds, a gangsta will begin to speak

Well, it's the mad with the dirty lick style
And pullin' 211's ever since taa-doow, ten million ways to die
Mack and hit the boopin', floosin'
Off this gang-bang music, so all I'd wanna got the room

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

off the hook, nigga, I'm a Westside crook, nigga
The motherfuckin' dollars 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 like 'cos I'm in it to the fullest
And my hood ain't never dodgin'
It's all the Bloods and Crips, no one tri-ips
Colors and dips, and chips, nigga

this my friggen low-grader 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 Saint days, nigga, then run the holidays

'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.

nigga, this shit make me sick
All West Coast cowards ridin' New York beat
Busters get sprayed wearin' high-top
And backwards with dark-ass shades

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

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

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

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

And even the female rappers are smacked
in the titties and kicked 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 Central L.A.

In about seconds, a killa will begin to speak

Now you can out the busters and snitches
B-Real and Miss Muggs is Hollywood bitches
From the I know in the streets I run through
Swear to God bitch, real it ain't one dog and

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 kisses and hugs, now I'm ya slugs
Fuck B-Real and Muggs, y'all niggas no fuckin' thugs
Be all surprised, everybody
From neckties covered with fright

Ya fuckin maggots, ya faggots
I shoulda hurt you, every that 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 with this gangsta
Behind doors, runnin' 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 in his mouth and dug his ass out
I [Incomprehensible] lead him then down his body
In a trash bag 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 Central L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to Central L.A.

Don't go chasin'
Stick to them dicks and balls you're to
Punk ass