Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

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

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

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

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

He said, Trip Dogg, you better get right, Crip
Eyes open 'cause *** get stuck on
It ain't no problem, pop-pop, tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20 '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 view
*** see through, they 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, *** the white-T, smothered
down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Been shot five times, now I bleed

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 King with two *** on
Huey P. Newton Air Force Ones on

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

We 'Just Dippin', one Bloodin', one
I'm on that Bulls ***, throwback 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
It's the turf by the 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,