Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

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

Have you ever seen a hundred thousand Rip riders from the
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, I cruise

My granny saw it on the
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 night at King

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

He said, Trip Dogg, you better get right, right?
Eyes open 'cause *** get on seez-ight
It no motherf*** 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 knotted 'round the rear
*** see through, they know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I

So bang like Snoop in 'Deep
I got the reclined, *** under 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 stop us
It ain't a gangsta party we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther with two *** on
Huey P. Newton with Air Ones on

I *** but I'm the opposite of Williams
Red Lambo', red bandanna, print
Me and Snoop got the West Coast
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 outta gas in Beach, I'm stuck
Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue
out the '6-trey, nowhere to go
Til' Snoop up in that Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4

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

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

Eastside, LBC, *** in my
the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
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,