Luyện nghe bài hát I Rep

(West, west, west, west, siiiide, nigga)

#1
I rep that west, but a lot of yall niggas comin'
They want me to it back and I accept that test
So I'm sorta like a savior, with I'm gon ??
And I'm never slackin' off I gets it in major
My is so undeniable (yeah)
That I'm bound to these MCs in threes, I'm liable
To get to cappin', you think it's only
But I'm known for pistol packin', it really gets a
happenin',
Whatch really want to do
Yall talk a good but we really comin' through
Big thangs we aim
Leaving slain
guts and brains, for thinking it's a game
Insane or suicidal, I yet to figure (yeah)
To make you pop off we disrespect you
"fuck you fuck yourself" sound from the TEC
Run at E then hit the deck everythang gettin' wet
Okay corral, we can it out
In L.A. we court in the street, fuck a trow
When I keep the bird on me, to pack it is a (why?)
'Cause I would rather die than not it (yeah!)

?? shots, guillotines, scopes, red beams
L.A.'s very crazy, 'cause daily it's a murder
Gun shells ??, body parts, yellow tapes, dirty
High speed chases runnin' the chase

#2
You pack guns for show and tell, we ??
Ask me why in my DNA
Burn you then a pistol
Never the heat away
Actin' like you ready to die, shit you can today
Hey ??
Now you two are treein', let your family you
I'm from that where they live at the hardest
All of those that couldn't cope they were departed
Talkin' you must be clearly retarded
ask about Osama, he was clearly a martyr
You thinkin' ?? must be dippin' that
If you ever fuck with me I'll fuck around and put a clip in your daughter,
the body for the corner to chock it out
Too late to it out so fuck what you talkin' 'bout
Got murder on my mind (yeah), ya is on the line (yeah)
Once my hand clench iron then somebody die
You death as a way to escape
But I will walk in your wake and put two in face
Dirty cop wanna take me in, he's viewin' the
Put him in the with you, bury you in the ??, nigga

?? shots, guillotines, scopes, red beams
L.A.'s very crazy, 'cause daily it's a murder
Gun ??, body parts, yellow tapes, dirty birds
High speed chases runnin' from the