Luyện nghe bài hát West Up!

WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm with this, what we up?
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)
All you busta ass niggaz out
I got my motherfuckin homeboys in the ("Throwin up the W")
My nigga Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), 10
Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass
who trip, this how we do it
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 the lane, here I come, once again
this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the who ride us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on them Dayton
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
with the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los
Home of the Crips and the
Where even the strongest niggaz is through the mud
And visitors from outta best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass strollin through my hood
coast till the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so 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 niggaz the new
Never slippin we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, you knew how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't
respect and everything I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the bustas and
Shit only killers bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for
Inglewood City, the throne I home
Niggaz be so bright, you might need your on
to bail through, it's fin in with Mack 10
And I confess up, nigga this West Up! for life

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the coast rocks
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 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 reindeer and a
We don't call it five-oh, we it one time
It's my my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One weighs a ton
How the fuck you think the West was won?
Now shit can be squashed over a forty ounce of
No jokes, the land of locs and spokes
In the East, we can be
But when you come to L.A., watch your colors
Up! nigga

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

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