Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

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

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

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

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

He said, Trip Dogg, you get right, Crip right?
open 'cause *** get stuck on seez-ight
It ain't no motherf*** problem, pop-pop,
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 'round the rear
*** see through, they know that it's Game
red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang

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

And for my *** locked up, they can't stop us
It a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther King two *** on
Huey P. with Air Force Ones on

I *** but I'm the of Tookie Williams
Red Lambo', red bandanna, print
Me and Snoop got the West locked
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 gas in Long 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 that Pittsburgh Steeler

We Dippin', one Bloodin', one Crippin'
I'm on that Bulls ***, Scott Pippen
Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the left
'So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up

What up, 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 Street

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