Luyện nghe bài hát West Up!

WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm this, what we throwin up?
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)
All you ass niggaz out there
I got my homeboys in the house ("Throwin up the W")
My Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
Back to set the record for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, this how we do it
WC
Front side to side
We be it up, till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma ta erupt
So West Up!
(repeat 2X)
One: WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, again
With this, click, droppin this, gangsta shit
for the riders who ride us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz that's on them Dayton wires
Pump the bass, hit the
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, up in this b-i-itch
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin
Ink in my flesh, tattered on my chest
with the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, Central Los Angeles
of the Crips and the Bloods
Where the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud
And from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that ass ganked strollin through my hood
West till the casket drop
I be it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Two: Mack 10
It's gun ho one-oh please you can't fuck wit deez
Ice and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new
slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, you knew how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, always on thangs
forever and a day, so back up, room, don't neglect
respect and everything I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the and snitches
Shit killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real hogs
Sewed up the hood, the bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I home
Niggaz be so bright, you might need your on
to through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga West Up! for life

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the coast rocks
No blades, in my mouth, just a glock
And I'm hittin you up, with W-S
The sun, in the East, but it sets in the West
No teeth, you gets a wreath
So hand me the goodies, mask, no hoodies
day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a
We don't it five-oh, we call it one time
It's my my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One nine a ton
How the fuck you that the West was won?
Now shit can be squashed over a ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and spokes
In the East, we can be
But you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors
West Up!

Verse WC
Give it up, it up
Like the nigga Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it down
So bustas be wary see we represent the city
Where caught slippin is left with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, like a concrete jungle
full of macks Cadillacs and sacks
I pledge allegiance to the shit I die
[Mack 10] So let the slide and put it down from the WestSide

WestSide!!!
("Throwin up the W")