Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

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

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

My saw it on the news
She shook up, up and then she put me on the move
I to get away but I couldn't get far
'Cause the homies had the that night at King Park

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

He said, Dogg, you better get right, Crip right?
Eyes open 'cause *** get stuck on
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 S-5?
With the red bandanna, double knotted the rear view
*** see clear through, they know it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I

So like Snoop in 'Deep Cover'
I got the seat reclined, *** the white-T, smothered
Dippin' down Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Been 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 Luther with two *** on
Huey P. Newton with Air Force on

I *** but I'm the opposite of Tookie
Red Lambo', red bandanna, print
Me and Snoop got the West locked
Red and rag tied in a knot
With all my motherf*** 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 Long Beach, I'm
no Bloods and all I see is blue Chucks
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
Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the side
'So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just up Westside'

What up, Blood? cuz, we just tippin'
Me and Game doin' thangs, lanes, Hurricanes on my feet
Stop and to the beat
Game, the wheel and turn on 21st Street

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