Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

West Coast, it's to stand up
We gon' unite 'round this one time
I'm callin' every Crip
And every real B dog to the right now
Yeah, we gon' push a real right now
See if with 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, can't lose, Hill Blues
*** pay they dues on the crews
Or with the ***, spray these suckas, then I

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

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

He said, Trip Dogg, you better get right, Crip
Eyes open 'cause *** get on seez-ight
It no motherf*** 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 'round the view
*** see clear through, they know that Game
red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang

So bang like Snoop in Cover'
I got the seat reclined, *** under the white-T,
Dippin' Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
shot five times, now I bleed Hennessey

And bang for my *** up, they can't 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 Air Force Ones 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 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 Bloods and all I see is blue
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 ***, throwback Pippen
Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the left
'So if you a Crip or a Blood, just throw up Westside'

What up, Yeah cuz, we just tippin'
Me and Game doin' thangs, lanes, Hurricanes on my feet
Stop and C-Walk to the
Game, take the and turn on 21st Street

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