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 homeboys in the house ("Throwin up the W")
My nigga Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), 10
Back to set the record straight for all these ass niggaz
who trip, how we do it nigga
WC
Front back side to
We be givin it up, the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have ta
So motherfucker Up!
(repeat 2X)
One: WC
Nigga clear the lane, I come, once again
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta
Strictly for the riders who us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz that's on them Dayton wires
Pump the bass, hit the
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide on my chest
Walkin with the shadow of
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los
Home of the and the Bloods
Where the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town best to in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my
West coast the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so West Up!
Two: Mack 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh you can't fuck wit deez
Ice Cubez and is my G'z
And hip-hop, top niggaz the new bosses
Never slippin we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, thought you how we do it
a Damn Thing Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so up, gimme room, don't neglect
Just respect and everything I can't check I
Now you can cross out the bustas and
Shit only hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real hogs
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for
Inglewood City, the I call home
be so bright, you might need your locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in Mack 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 you up, with that W-S
The sun, rises in the East, but it 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 call it five-oh, we it one time
It's my life my my life my life, in the sunshine!
One weighs a ton
How the fuck you think that the West was
Now shit can be squashed over a forty ounce of
No jokes, the land of and hundred 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 bustas be wary cause see we represent the
Where niggaz caught slippin is left with they drippin
City of the Angels, more like a concrete
full of Cadillacs and crack sacks
I pledge to the shit till I die
[Mack 10] So let the slide and put it down from the WestSide

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