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 bring it back and I accept test
So I'm sorta like a savior, hits I'm gon ??
And I'm slackin' off 'cause I gets it in major
My flavor is so (yeah)
That I'm bound to these MCs in threes, I'm liable
To get to cappin', you think it's rappin'
But I'm known for pistol packin', it gets a crackin'
happenin',
Whatch yall want to do
Yall talk a good thang but we really through
Big thangs we aim
Leaving things
Blood 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 'cause gettin' wet
Okay corral, we can it out
In L.A. we hold in the street, fuck a trow
When I keep the bird on me, to pack it is a (why?)
'Cause I would die than not have it (yeah!)

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

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

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