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, this how we do it
WC
Front side to side
We be it up, till the day we die
hit me up, I'ma have ta erupt
So West Up!
(repeat 2X)
One: WC
Nigga the lane, here I come, once again
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, shit
Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta
rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on 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 on my chest
with the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los
Home of the and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is drug the mud
And visitors from outta town best to stay in
You get that ass ganked strollin through my hood
West till the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so West Up!
Verse Two: 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit
Ice and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top niggaz the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, Nina Rosses
Nigga, thought you how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, always on them
and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't neglect
Just and everything I can't check I wreck
Now you can out the bustas and snitches
Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot 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 need your locs on
to through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, this West Up! for life

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the West rocks
No razor blades, in my mouth, just a
And I'm hittin you up, that W-S
The sun, in the East, but it sets in the West
No gold teeth, you gets a
So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no
day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the robe and a sleigh
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 forty of backwash
No jokes, the of locs and hundred 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 James Brown, me and my are puttin it down
So bustas be 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 five-twenty slide and put it down the WestSide

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