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 real B dog to the table right now
Yeah, we gon' push a real right now
See if y'all with this gangsta guerrilla ***

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

My granny saw it on the
She up, look up and then she put me on the move
I tried to get away but I get far
'Cause the homies had the loop-loop that at King Park

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

He said, Trip Dogg, you better get right, Crip
open 'cause *** get stuck on seez-ight
It ain't no motherf*** problem, pop-pop,
Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' 'til I

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 'Deep
I got the seat reclined, *** under the white-T,
Dippin' down Green Leaf, I got no enemies
Been shot times, now I bleed Hennessey

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

I *** but I'm the opposite of Tookie
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 gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck
Ain't no and all I see is blue Chucks
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 Bulls ***, Scott Pippen
Moral is, my hangin' from the left side
'So if you ain't a or a Blood, just throw up Westside'

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

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