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 ass niggaz out there
I got my motherfuckin homeboys in the ("Throwin up the W")
My nigga Ice ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
to set the record straight 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 ta erupt
So West Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, again
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta
Strictly for the riders who ride us I WestSider
for them niggaz that's sittin on them Dayton wires
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 back
Ink in my flesh, tattered on my chest
Walkin with the shadow of
Through the of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town to stay in Hollywood
You get that ass ganked strollin through my hood
coast till the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so motherfucker Up!
Verse Two: 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you can't wit deez
Ice and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, Nina Rosses
Nigga, you knew how we do it
a Damn Thing Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, room, don't neglect
Just and everything I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the and snitches
only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real hogs
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 in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga West Up! for life

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta you how the West 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 sets in the
No teeth, you gets a wreath
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 call 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 can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and hundred
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 Brown, me and my niggaz 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 like a concrete
full of macks Cadillacs and 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")