Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

West Coast, it's time to up
We gon' 'round this motherf*** one time
I'm every real Crip
And every B dog to the table right now
Yeah, we gon' push a real line now
See if y'all with 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
*** pay they dues on the crews
Or with the ***, spray suckas, then I cruise

My saw it on the news
She shook up, look up and then she put me on the
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
to the County with no motherf*** bail
Forty eight hundred this Crippin', oh well
My big homie, Boy Blue snatched me by my

He said, Trip Dogg, you better get right, Crip
open 'cause *** 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 motherf***
With the red bandanna, double knotted 'round the rear
*** see clear through, know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em that I bang

So bang Snoop in 'Deep Cover'
I got the seat reclined, *** under the white-T,
Dippin' down Green Leaf, I got no enemies
Been shot five times, now I Hennessey

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

I *** but I'm the opposite of Tookie
Red Lambo', red bandanna, print
Me and got the West Coast locked
Red and blue rag in a knot
With all my motherf*** homies 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
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 hangin' from the left side
'So if you a Crip or a Blood, just throw up Westside'

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

Eastside, LBC, *** in my
It's the turf by the surf but we play in the sand
We just slip and out, we Rip and ride 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,