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 Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
Back to set the record straight for all busta ass niggaz
who trip, how we do it nigga
WC
Front back side to
We be givin it up, the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, have ta erupt
So West Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta
Strictly for the who ride us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on Dayton wires
Pump the bass, hit the
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this
hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, tattered on my chest
Walkin with the of death
the land of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
Home of the and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is drug the mud
And visitors from town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin my hood
coast till the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so motherfucker Up!
Two: Mack 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit
Ice Cubez and 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 Thing Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so up, gimme room, don't neglect
Just respect and everything I 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 dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for
Inglewood City, the throne I call
Niggaz be so bright, you might need your on
to bail through, it's fin in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this Up! for life

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

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

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