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 ass niggaz out there
I got my motherfuckin 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 to side
We be it up, till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have ta
So motherfucker Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, again
With this, gangsta click, this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the 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 b-i-itch
Straight 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 niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass strollin through my hood
West till the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so West Up!
Verse Two: 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit
Ice Cubez and is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new
slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, thought you how we do it
Ain't a Damn Changed, always on them thangs
and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't neglect
Just and everything I can't 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 call
Niggaz be so bright, you might need locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this Up! for life

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the West coast
No blades, in my mouth, just a glock
And I'm hittin you up, 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, stockin mask, no
day, I'm in a tre
While of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh
We don't it five-oh, we call it one time
It's my life my life my my life, in the sunshine!
One nine a ton
How the fuck you that the West was won?
Now shit can be squashed over a forty of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and spokes
In the East, we can be
But when you to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors
West Up!

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 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 allegiance to the shit till I die
[Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down from the

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