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 busta ass out there
I got my motherfuckin in the house ("Throwin up the W")
My Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass
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, I'ma have ta
So West Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
Nigga clear the lane, I come, once again
With this, click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz that's on them Dayton wires
the bass, hit the switch
Cause Ice Cube, 10, and Dub-C, back up in this b-i-itch
Straight hoodsta for life, no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my
Walkin the shadow of death
Through the of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is drug the mud
And from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin my hood
West till the casket drop
I be it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Verse Two: 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit
Ice Cubez and is my G'z
And hip-hop, top niggaz the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Rosses
Nigga, thought you how we do it
Ain't a Thing Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, room, don't neglect
Just respect and I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the bustas and
Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches
On the turf where the real dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for
Inglewood City, the I call home
be so bright, you might need your locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in with 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this Up! for life

Verse Three: Ice
Now I got ta show you how the coast rocks
No razor blades, in my mouth, a glock
And I'm you up, with 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, stockin mask, no
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 think that the was won?
Now shit can be squashed a forty 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
it up, give it up
Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it
So bustas be wary cause see we represent the
Where niggaz slippin is left with they brains drippin
of the Angels, more like a concrete jungle
full of Cadillacs and crack sacks
I pledge allegiance to the shit I die
[Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down from the

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