Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

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

Have you ever seen a hundred Rip riders from the side?
Blue Chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, skies
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, 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 caught and to jail
to the County with no motherf*** bail
Forty eight with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie, Boy Blue me by my coattail

He said, Trip Dogg, you get right, Crip right?
open 'cause *** get stuck 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?
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 bang like in 'Deep Cover'
I got the seat reclined, *** the white-T, smothered
Dippin' down Green Leaf, I got no enemies
shot five times, now I bleed Hennessey

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

I *** but I'm the of Tookie Williams
Red Lambo', red bandanna, print
Me and got the West Coast locked
Red and rag tied in a knot
With all my 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 Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4

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

What up, Blood? cuz, we just tippin'
Me and Game doin' thangs, lanes, Hurricanes on my feet
Stop and C-Walk to the
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st

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