Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

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

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

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

And I got into a squab, got caught and to jail
Straight to the County with no bail
eight hundred with this Crippin', oh well
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
Never flip-flop, 20 '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 motherf***
With the red bandanna, knotted 'round the rear view
*** see through, they know that it's Game
Cherry red let 'em know that I bang

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

And bang for my *** locked up, they stop us
It a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin King with two *** on
Huey P. Newton Air Force Ones on

I *** but I'm the opposite of Williams
Red Lambo', red bandanna, ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the West locked
Red and blue rag tied in a
With all my 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 outta gas in Beach, I'm stuck
no Bloods and all I see is blue Chucks
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 from the left side
'So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, throw up Westside'

What up, Blood? Yeah cuz, we tippin'
Me and Game doin' thangs, lanes, Hurricanes on my feet
Stop and C-Walk to the
Game, take the wheel and turn on Street

Eastside, LBC, *** in my
It's the turf by the surf but we 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,