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 nigga Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), 10
to set the record straight for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, this how we do it
WC
Front back side to
We be givin it up, the day we die
hit me up, I'ma have ta erupt
So West Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
Nigga clear the lane, I come, once again
this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who ride us I WestSider
rhymer for them that's sittin on them Dayton wires
the bass, hit the switch
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this
hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, tattered on my chest
Walkin with the of death
Through the of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is through the mud
And from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my
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 can't wit deez
Ice and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top niggaz the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina
Nigga, thought you how we do it
Ain't a Thing Changed, always on them thangs
and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't neglect
Just respect and I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the and snitches
Shit only killers hootchie and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf the real hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the for sale
Inglewood City, the I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you need your locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this West Up! for

Verse Three: Ice
Now I got ta show you how the West 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 in the West
No gold teeth, you a wreath
So hand me the goodies, mask, no hoodies
day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the robe and a sleigh
We don't call it five-oh, we call it one
my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One weighs a ton
How the you think that the West was won?
Now can be squashed over 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 James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it down
So bustas be wary cause see we the city
Where caught slippin is left with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, like a concrete jungle
full of Cadillacs and crack sacks
I pledge allegiance to the till I die
10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down from the WestSide

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