Luyện nghe bài hát I Rep

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

#1
I rep that west, but a lot of yall niggas comin'
want me to bring it back and I accept that 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 kill MCs in threes, I'm liable
To get to cappin', you think only rappin'
But I'm for pistol packin', it really gets a crackin'
happenin',
Whatch yall want to do
talk a good thang but we really comin' through
Big when we aim
Leaving things
Blood guts and brains, for thinking it's a
or suicidal, I have yet to figure (yeah)
To make you pop off we you nigga
Like "fuck you fuck yourself" sound the TEC
Run at E then hit the 'cause everythang 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 it is a habit (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, tapes, dirty birds
High speed chases runnin' the chase

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

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