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 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 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 motherfucker Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, again
With this, gangsta click, this, gangsta shit
for the riders who ride us I gotta 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, WestSide on my chest
with the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los
of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is through the mud
And visitors from outta town best to in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass strollin through my hood
West coast till the casket
I be throwin it up, so motherfucker Up!
Verse Two: 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 three niggaz the new
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Rosses
Nigga, thought you how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, on them thangs
and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't neglect
Just respect and everything I can't I wreck
Now you can cross out the and snitches
Shit killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real hogs
Sewed up the hood, the bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you might need locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in with 10
And I gotta up, nigga this 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 gold teeth, you a wreath
So me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies
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
my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One weighs a ton
How the fuck you think that the was won?
Now shit can be squashed over a forty of backwash
No jokes, the land of and hundred spokes
In the East, we can be
But you come to L.A., watch 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 cause see we represent the
Where niggaz slippin is left with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, more like a jungle
full of macks Cadillacs and sacks
I pledge to the shit till I die
[Mack 10] So let the five-twenty and put it down from the WestSide

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