Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

West Coast, it's to stand up
We gon' unite this 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 y'all with this real gangsta ***

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

My saw it on the news
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 that night at King Park

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

He said, Dogg, you better get right, Crip right?
Eyes open *** get stuck on seez-ight
It no motherf*** problem, pop-pop, tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' 'til I

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 'round the rear
*** see clear through, they know that it's
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em that I bang

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

And bang for my *** up, they can't stop us
It ain't a gangsta 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin King with 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 Coast locked
Red and blue rag tied in a
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 Bloods and all I see is Chucks
out the '6-trey, nowhere to go
Til' Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steeler

We 'Just Dippin', one Bloodin', one
I'm on that Bulls ***, throwback Scott
is, my bandana hangin' from the left side
'So if you a Crip or a Blood, just throw up Westside'

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

Eastside, LBC, *** in my
It's the by the surf 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,