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 niggaz out
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 busta ass niggaz
who trip, this how we do it
WC
Front back side to
We be givin it up, the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have ta
So West Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
Nigga clear the lane, I come, once again
With this, gangsta click, this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the who ride 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, back up in this
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no back
Ink in my flesh, tattered on my chest
Walkin the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Los Angeles
of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is drug the mud
And visitors from town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked 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 fuck wit deez
Ice Cubez and is my G'z
And hip-hop, top niggaz the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Rosses
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 everything I can't check I
Now you can out the bustas and snitches
Shit only hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you might your locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in with 10
And I gotta confess up, this West Up! for life

Verse Three: Ice
Now I got ta show you how the West rocks
No blades, in my mouth, just a glock
And I'm hittin you up, with W-S
The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the
No teeth, you gets a wreath
So me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies
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 life my my life, in the sunshine!
One weighs a ton
How the fuck you that the West was won?
Now shit can be squashed over a ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and spokes
In the East, we can be
But when you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin
Up! nigga

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

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