Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

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

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

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

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

He said, Trip Dogg, you get right, Crip right?
Eyes open 'cause *** get on seez-ight
It ain't no 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 S-5?
With the red bandanna, double knotted 'round the rear
*** see clear through, they know that it's
red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang

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

And for my *** locked up, they can't stop us
It ain't a gangsta '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, ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the Coast locked
Red and blue rag tied in a
With all my motherf*** 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 Beach, I'm stuck
Ain't no and all I see is blue Chucks
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 that Bulls ***, Scott Pippen
Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the left
'So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just up Westside'

up, Blood? Yeah cuz, we just tippin'
Me and Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my
Stop and 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 in the sand
We just slip and slide out, we Rip and 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,