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 motherfuckin homeboys in the ("Throwin up the W")
My Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass
who trip, this how we do it
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, once
this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the who ride us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz sittin on them Dayton wires
the bass, hit the switch
Cause Ice Cube, 10, and Dub-C, back up in this 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 of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the
Where even the strongest niggaz is drug the mud
And visitors from outta town to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked through my hood
West coast till the casket
I be throwin it up, so West Up!
Two: Mack 10
It's gun ho one-oh please you can't fuck wit deez
Ice Cubez and is my G'z
And hip-hop, top niggaz the new bosses
Never cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, you knew how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, always on them
forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, neglect
Just respect and I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the bustas and
only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real hogs
Sewed up the hood, the fattest on the block for sale
City, the throne I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you might your locs on
to through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga West Up! for life

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the coast rocks
No blades, in my mouth, just a glock
And I'm hittin you up, with W-S
The sun, in the East, but it sets 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 my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One nine a ton
How the fuck you think that the was won?
Now shit can be squashed over a forty of backwash
No jokes, the of locs and hundred spokes
In the East, we can be
But when you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin
West Up!

Verse WC
it up, give it up
Like the nigga James Brown, me and my are puttin it down
So bustas be wary cause see we the city
Where niggaz caught slippin is with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, more a concrete jungle
full of Cadillacs and crack sacks
I pledge allegiance to the till I die
[Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down from the

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