Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

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

Have you ever a hundred thousand Rip riders from the side?
Blue Chucks, rags, gray clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Blues
*** pay they dues on the crews
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 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 no motherf*** bail
Forty hundred with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie, Boy Blue snatched me by my

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 '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 motherf***
With the red bandanna, double knotted the rear view
*** see clear through, know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I

So bang like in 'Deep Cover'
I got the reclined, *** under the white-T, smothered
Dippin' down 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 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther King 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 Coast
Red and blue rag tied in a
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 Beach, I'm stuck
Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue
out the '6-trey, nowhere to go
Til' Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh '6-4

We 'Just Dippin', one Bloodin', one
I'm on that Bulls ***, throwback Scott
Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the side
'So if you ain't a or a Blood, just throw up Westside'

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

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, *** 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,