Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

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

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

My saw it on the news
She shook up, look up and she put me on the move
I tried to get away but I get far
the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park

And I got into a squab, got caught and to jail
Straight to the County with no bail
eight hundred with 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 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 motherf***
the red bandanna, double knotted 'round the rear view
*** see through, they know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know I bang

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

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 Luther with two *** on
P. Newton with Air Force Ones on

I *** but I'm the opposite of Tookie
Red Lambo', red bandanna, ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the West Coast
Red and blue rag in a knot
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 Beach, I'm stuck
Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue
Hopped out the '6-trey, 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 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 to the beat
Game, the wheel and turn 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 slide out, we Rip and 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,