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 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 straight for all busta ass niggaz
who trip, how we do it nigga
WC
Front side to side
We be it up, till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have ta
So West Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
clear the lane, here I come, once again
With this, gangsta click, this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on Dayton wires
the bass, hit the switch
Cause Ice Cube, 10, and Dub-C, back up in this b-i-itch
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin
Ink in my flesh, tattered on my chest
with the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los
Home of the and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is through the mud
And from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked through my hood
West coast till the drop
I be throwin it up, so West Up!
Two: Mack 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you fuck wit deez
Ice and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new
Never slippin we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, you knew how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, always on thangs
forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't
Just and everything I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the and snitches
Shit only killers bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the for sale
City, the throne I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you need your locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in Mack 10
And I confess up, nigga this West Up! for life

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta you how the West coast rocks
No razor blades, in my mouth, just a
And I'm you up, with that W-S
The sun, rises in the East, but it in the West
No gold teeth, you a wreath
So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no
day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a
We call 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 think that the was won?
Now shit can be over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and hundred
In the East, we can be
But when you to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors
Up! nigga

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
Where niggaz caught slippin is with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, more like a jungle
full of macks and crack sacks
I pledge to the shit till I die
[Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down the WestSide

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