Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

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

Have you ever seen a hundred Rip riders from the side?
Blue Chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, skies
On the move, lose, Hill Street Blues
*** gotta pay 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 to get away 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 to jail
to the County with no motherf*** bail
Forty eight hundred with this Crippin', oh
My big homie, Boy Blue snatched me by my

He said, Dogg, you better get right, Crip right?
Eyes '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 'round the rear view
*** see clear through, they know it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know I bang

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

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

I *** but I'm the opposite of Tookie
Red Lambo', red bandanna, ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the Coast locked
Red and blue rag tied in a
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 Long Beach, I'm
Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue
out the '6-trey, nowhere to go
Til' Snoop pulled up in that Steeler '6-4

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

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

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