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 busta ass niggaz out
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 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 ta erupt
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 ride us I gotta
rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on them Dayton
Pump the bass, hit the
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in b-i-itch
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin
Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my
Walkin with the shadow of
Through the of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is drug the mud
And visitors from outta town best to in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my
West coast the casket drop
I be it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Verse Mack 10
gun ho Mack one-oh please 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 Rosses
Nigga, thought you how we do it
a Damn Thing Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, room, don't neglect
Just respect and I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the bustas and
Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches
On the where the real hogs dwell
up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I call
Niggaz be so bright, you might need locs on
to bail through, it's fin in with Mack 10
And I gotta up, nigga this West Up! for life

Verse Three: Ice
Now I got ta you how the West coast rocks
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 gold teeth, you a wreath
So hand me the goodies, mask, no hoodies
day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a
We don't it five-oh, we call it one time
It's my my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One weighs a ton
How the you think that the West was won?
Now shit can be over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the of locs and hundred spokes
In the East, we can be
But you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors
West Up!

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

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