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 motherfuckin homeboys in the ("Throwin up the W")
My nigga Ice ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
to set the record straight for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, how we do it nigga
WC
Front back side to
We be it up, till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, have ta erupt
So West Up!
(repeat 2X)
One: WC
Nigga clear the lane, I come, once again
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, shit
for the riders who ride us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them 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 for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my
Walkin the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los
Home of the Crips and the
Where the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town best to stay in
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin my hood
West coast the casket drop
I be it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Two: Mack 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you fuck wit deez
Ice and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three the new bosses
Never slippin we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, you knew how we do it
Ain't a Thing Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't
Just respect and I can't check I wreck
Now you can out the bustas and snitches
Shit only killers hootchie and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the where the real hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you might your locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this Up! for life

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

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

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