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

In about four seconds, a will begin to speak

Well, it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick
And pullin' 211's ever since taa-doow, there's ten 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
chowder to they chunk, punk
Straight off dust, nigga 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 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 everything in

Rappers 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, and chips, nigga

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

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

nigga, this 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 your
So kill the action, punk, bitches clown
Nigga get your sag on and keep your legs down

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

Every nigga in the industry 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 a motherfuckin' propajack
Spit on ya, shit on ya when I get on pissil
You're goin' up and your fuckin' 'cos I lovin' none of ya

And even the female are gettin' smacked
in the titties and kicked 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 South L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.

In about four seconds, a will begin to speak

Now you can out the busters and snitches
B-Real and Muggs 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 talkin' 'bout,ya
And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya ass is speakin'
I'm sick wit it, cha dome 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
B-Real and Muggs, y'all niggas ain't no fuckin' thugs
Be all surprised, everybody
From Columbian neckties covered with

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

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

go chasin' waterfalls
Stick to them and balls you're used to
ass motherfuckers