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 out there
I got my homeboys in the house ("Throwin up the W")
My nigga Ice ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
to set the record straight for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, how we do it nigga
WC
Front back to side
We be givin it up, the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, have ta erupt
So motherfucker Up!
(repeat 2X)
One: 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, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in b-i-itch
hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my
Walkin with the shadow of
Through the land of the skanless, South Los Angeles
of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my
West coast the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so motherfucker Up!
Verse Two: 10
It's gun ho Mack please 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, you knew 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 cross out the bustas and
only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I call
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, nigga this West Up! for

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the West rocks
No razor blades, in my mouth, just a
And I'm hittin you up, with W-S
The sun, rises in the East, but it in the West
No gold teeth, you gets a
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 it five-oh, we call it one time
It's my life my my life my life, in the sunshine!
One nine a ton
How the fuck you think that the West was
Now can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and hundred
In the East, we can be
But when you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin
West Up!

Verse WC
Give it up, it up
the nigga James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it down
So be wary cause see we represent the city
Where niggaz caught slippin is left with brains drippin
of the Angels, more like a concrete 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")