Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

West Coast, it's to stand up
We gon' unite 'round this motherf*** one
I'm every real Crip
And every real B dog to the right now
Yeah, we gon' a real line right now
See if y'all this real gangsta guerrilla ***

Have you ever seen a thousand Rip riders from the side?
Blue Chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, skies
On the move, lose, Hill Street Blues
*** gotta pay dues on the crews
Or with the ***, spray suckas, then I cruise

My granny saw it on the
She shook up, up and then she put me on the move
I to get away but I couldn't get far
'Cause the homies had the loop-loop night at King Park

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

He said, Trip Dogg, you get right, Crip right?
Eyes open *** get stuck on seez-ight
It ain't no motherf*** problem, pop-pop,
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 knotted the rear view
*** see clear through, they know it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em that I bang

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

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

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

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

I ran outta gas in 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 that Pittsburgh '6-4

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

What up, Blood? cuz, we just tippin'
Me and Game thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my feet
and C-Walk to the beat
Game, take the and turn on 21st Street

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

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,