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 ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
Back to set the record for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, how we do it nigga
WC
Front side to side
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
this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on Dayton wires
Pump the bass, hit the
Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this b-i-itch
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no back
Ink in my flesh, tattered on my chest
with the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the
Where even the strongest is drug through the mud
And visitors from town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin my hood
West coast till the casket
I be throwin it up, so West Up!
Verse 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 three the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina
Nigga, thought you how we do it
Ain't a Damn Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so up, gimme room, don't neglect
Just respect and I can't check I wreck
Now you can out the bustas and snitches
Shit only killers hootchie and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the hogs dwell
up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I home
Niggaz be so bright, you might need your on
to through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this West Up! for

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the West coast
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 me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies
day, I'm in a tre
While of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh
We call it five-oh, we call 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 was won?
Now can be squashed over a forty 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 motherfuckin colors
West Up!

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