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 homeboys in the ("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 givin it up, the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have ta
So motherfucker Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
clear the lane, here I come, once again
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta
Strictly for the riders who us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on Dayton wires
the bass, hit the switch
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, up in this b-i-itch
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no back
Ink in my flesh, tattered on my chest
Walkin the shadow of death
the land of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
Home of the and the Bloods
Where even the strongest is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked through my hood
coast till the casket drop
I be it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Verse 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 cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, thought you how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, always on them
forever and a day, so up, gimme room, don't neglect
Just respect and everything I can't check I
Now you can out the bustas and snitches
Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot switches allowed
On the turf where the hogs dwell
up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I call
Niggaz be so bright, you might need your on
to bail through, it's fin 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 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 got the robe reindeer and a sleigh
We call it five-oh, we call it one time
It's my life my my life my life, in the sunshine!
One nine a ton
How the fuck you think that the West was
Now shit can be over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of and hundred spokes
In the East, we can be
But when you come to L.A., your motherfuckin colors
Up! nigga

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

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