Luyện nghe bài hát West Up!

Front back side to
We be it up, till the day we die
Niggas hit me up, I'mma have ta
So West Up!

Front back side to
We be it up, till the day we die
Niggas hit me up, I'mma ta erupt
So motherfucker Up!

Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, shit
Strictly for the riders who ride us I WestSider
for them niggas that's sittin on them Dayton wires
Pump the bass, hit the
Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this b-i-itch
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin
Ink in my flesh, WestSide on my chest
Walkin with the shadow of
the land of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the
even the strongest niggas is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town best to in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass strollin through my hood
West till the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so West Up!

It's gun ho Mack one, no you can't fuck wit deez
Ice and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three niggas the new
slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, thought You How We Do It
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, On Them Thangs
Forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, neglect
respect and everything I can't check I wreck
Now you can out the bustas and snitches
Shit only killers bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest boulders on the block for
Inglewood City, the throne I home
Niggas be so bright, you need your locs on
To bail through, fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, this West Up! for life

Front back to side
We be it up, till the day we die
Niggas hit me up, have ta erupt
So West Up!

Front back side to
We be givin it up, the day we die
Niggas hit me up, I'mma have ta
So motherfucker Up!

Now I got ta show you how the West rocks
No razor blades, in my mouth, just a
And I'm hittin you up, with W-S
The sun rises in the East, but it sets in the
No teeth, you gets a wreath
So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no
day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggas got the robe reindeer and a
We call it five-oh, we call it one time
It's my my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One weighs a ton
How the you think that the West was won?
Now shit can be over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the of locs and hundred spokes
In the East, we can be
But when you come to L.A., your motherfuckin colors
West Up!

Front side to side
We be it up, till the day we die
Niggas hit me up, have ta erupt
So West Up!

Front side to side
We be givin it up, the day we die
hit me up, I'mma have ta erupt
So motherfucker Up!

Give it up, it up
the nigga James Brown, me and my niggas are puttin it down
So bustas be wary see we represent the city
Where niggas caught slippin is left with they brains
City of the Angels, more like a concrete
Full of macks Cadillacs and sacks
I pledge to the shit till I die
So let the five-twenty slide and put it down the WestSide

Front back to side
We be it up, till the day we die
Niggas hit me up, I'mma have ta
So West Up!

Front side to side
We be it up, till the day we die
Niggas hit me up, have ta erupt
So motherfucker Up!

("Throwin up the W")