Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

West Coast, it's time to up
We gon' unite 'round motherf*** one time
I'm callin' real Crip
And every real B dog to the table now
Yeah, we gon' push a real line 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, lose, Hill Street Blues
*** pay they dues on the crews
Or with the ***, spray these suckas, I cruise

My saw it on the news
She up, look 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 that at King Park

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

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

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

And bang for my *** locked up, they stop us
It ain't a gangsta party 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 Coast locked
Red and rag tied in a knot
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 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 Steeler '6-4

We 'Just Dippin', one Bloodin', one
I'm on that Bulls ***, Scott Pippen
Moral is, my bandana hangin' the left side
'So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up

up, Blood? Yeah cuz, we just tippin'
Me and Game doin' thangs, lanes, Hurricanes on my feet
Stop and to the beat
Game, take the wheel and 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 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,