Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

West Coast, time to stand up
We gon' unite 'round this motherf*** one
I'm callin' every Crip
And every real B dog to the right now
Yeah, we gon' a real line 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, 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 tried to get away but I get far
'Cause the homies had the loop-loop night at King Park

And I got a squab, got caught and went to jail
Straight to the County with no 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, right?
Eyes open 'cause *** get on seez-ight
It ain't no problem, pop-pop, tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' 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 the rear view
*** see clear through, they know that 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' Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Been shot times, now I bleed Hennessey

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

I *** but I'm the of Tookie Williams
Red Lambo', red bandanna, ceilin'
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 gas in Long 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 Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4

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