Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

West Coast, time to stand up
We gon' 'round this motherf*** one time
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 with real gangsta guerrilla ***

Have you ever seen a hundred thousand Rip from the side?
Blue Chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, skies
On the move, lose, Hill Street Blues
*** gotta pay they dues on the
Or with the ***, these suckas, then I cruise

My granny saw it on the
She shook up, 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 night at Park

And I got into a squab, got caught and went to
Straight to the County 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 'cause *** get stuck on seez-ight
It ain't no problem, pop-pop, tick-tock
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, double knotted 'round the view
*** see clear through, they know that Game
Cherry red let 'em know 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 five 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 of Tookie Williams
Red Lambo', red bandanna, ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the West locked
Red and blue rag tied in a
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
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 'Just Dippin', one Bloodin', one
I'm on that ***, throwback Scott Pippen
Moral is, my bandana hangin' 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 Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, on my feet
Stop and C-Walk to the
Game, take the wheel and turn on Street

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