Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

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

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

My saw it on the news
She up, look 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 night at King Park

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

He said, Trip Dogg, you better get right, right?
Eyes open *** get stuck on seez-ight
It ain't no problem, pop-pop, tick-tock
flip-flop, 20 Crippin' '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 the rear view
*** see clear through, they know that it's
Cherry red let 'em know that I bang

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

And bang for my *** locked up, they stop us
It a gangsta party '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 Williams
Red Lambo', red bandanna, ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the West Coast
Red and blue rag in a knot
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
Ain't no and all I see is blue Chucks
out the '6-trey, nowhere to go
Til' Snoop up in that Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4

We 'Just Dippin', one Bloodin', one
I'm on that Bulls ***, throwback Scott
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 Game thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my feet
Stop and to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st

Eastside, LBC, *** in my
the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We slip and slide 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,