Luyện nghe bài hát West Up!

WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm with this, we throwin up?
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)
All you busta ass niggaz out
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 for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, how we do it nigga
WC
Front back to side
We be it up, till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma ta erupt
So motherfucker Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
Nigga the lane, here I come, once again
With this, click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the who ride us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them that's sittin on them Dayton wires
Pump the bass, hit the
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this
Straight for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my
Walkin the shadow of death
Through the of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the
Where even the strongest is drug through the mud
And visitors outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin my hood
West coast the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so West Up!
Verse Two: 10
gun ho Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit deez
Ice and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new
Never cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, thought you how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't
Just respect and everything I check I wreck
Now you can cross out the and snitches
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 for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I home
Niggaz be so bright, you need your locs on
to bail through, it's fin in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this Up! for life

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 sets in the
No teeth, you gets 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 call it one
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
West Up!

Verse WC
Give it up, it up
Like the James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it down
So bustas be wary cause see we represent the
Where niggaz caught slippin is with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, more like a concrete
full of macks Cadillacs and crack
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")