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 right now
Yeah, we push a real line right now
See if y'all with this gangsta guerrilla ***

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

My granny saw it on the
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 that night at King Park

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

So bang Snoop in 'Deep Cover'
I got the seat reclined, *** under the white-T,
Dippin' down Green Leaf, I got no enemies
Been shot five times, now I Hennessey

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

I *** but I'm the opposite of Tookie
Red Lambo', red bandanna, print
Me and got the West 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
no Bloods and all I see is blue Chucks
Hopped out the '6-trey, to go
Til' Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh '6-4

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

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

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