Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

West Coast, time to stand up
We gon' unite 'round this motherf*** one
I'm callin' real Crip
And every B dog to the table right now
Yeah, we push a real line right now
See if with this real gangsta guerrilla ***

Have you ever seen a hundred thousand Rip riders the side?
Blue Chucks, rags, gray clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Street Blues
*** gotta pay they on the crews
Or with the ***, spray these suckas, then I

My saw it on the news
She shook up, look up and she put me on the move
I tried to get away but I get far
'Cause the homies had the loop-loop that at King Park

And I got into a squab, got and went to jail
Straight to the with no motherf*** bail
Forty eight hundred with this Crippin', oh
My big homie, Boy Blue me by my coattail

He said, Trip Dogg, you better get right, Crip
Eyes 'cause *** get stuck on seez-ight
It ain't no problem, pop-pop, tick-tock
flip-flop, 20 Crippin' 'til I drop

Crip, Crip, Crip,
So what, so what, so what, so
Crip, Crip, Crip,
So what, so what, so what, so

Is I in the S-5?
With the red bandanna, double 'round the rear view
*** see through, they know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know I bang

So bang like in 'Deep Cover'
I got the seat reclined, *** the white-T, smothered
Dippin' down Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Been five times, now I bleed Hennessey

And bang for my *** locked up, can't stop us
It ain't a gangsta 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther with two *** on
Huey P. Newton with Air Force on

I *** but I'm the opposite of Tookie
Red Lambo', red bandanna, ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the West Coast
Red and blue rag tied in a
all my motherf*** homies yellin' out

So what, so what, so what, so
Crip, Crip, Crip,
So what, so what, so what, so
Crip, Crip, Crip,

I ran gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck
Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue
Hopped out the '6-trey, to go
Til' Snoop pulled up in Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4

We Dippin', one Bloodin', one Crippin'
I'm on that Bulls ***, throwback Scott
Moral is, my bandana from the left side
'So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, throw up Westside'

What up, Blood? Yeah cuz, we just
Me and Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my
Stop and C-Walk to the
Game, the wheel and turn on 21st Street

Eastside, LBC, *** in my
It's the by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, *** welcome to the

Crip, Crip, Crip,
So what, so what, so what, so
Crip, Crip, Crip,
So what, so what, so what, so
So what, so what, so what, so
Crip, Crip,