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
Back to set the straight for all these 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 ta erupt
So motherfucker Up!
(repeat 2X)
One: WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, shit
Strictly for the riders who ride us I WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on them Dayton
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 Central Los
Home of the and the Bloods
even the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town best to stay in
You get tourist ass ganked strollin through my hood
West till the casket drop
I be it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Two: Mack 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh you can't fuck wit deez
Ice and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new
slippin cause 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, neglect
Just respect and everything I can't I wreck
Now you can cross out the bustas and
Shit only hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real hogs
up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I home
Niggaz be so bright, you might need locs on
to bail through, fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga West Up! for life

Verse Three: Ice
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, rises in the East, but it in the West
No gold teeth, you gets a
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 call it five-oh, we it one time
It's my my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One weighs a ton
How the fuck you think that the West was
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 to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors
West Up!

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

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