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 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 busta ass niggaz
who trip, this how we do it
WC
Front side to side
We be givin it up, the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have ta
So West Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
Nigga clear the lane, I come, once again
With this, click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the who ride us I gotta 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 for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide on my chest
Walkin the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Los Angeles
of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is drug the mud
And from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass strollin through my hood
West coast the casket drop
I be it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Verse Two: 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you fuck wit deez
Ice Cubez and is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three the new bosses
Never cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, you knew how we do it
a Damn Thing Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so up, gimme 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 switches allowed
On the turf where the hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I home
Niggaz be so bright, you might your locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in with 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga West Up! for life

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the West coast
No razor blades, in my mouth, a glock
And I'm you up, with that W-S
The sun, in the East, but it sets in the West
No gold teeth, you a wreath
So me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies
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
my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One weighs a ton
How the fuck you 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 when you come to L.A., watch 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 wary cause see we the city
niggaz caught slippin is left with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, more like a concrete
full of macks and crack sacks
I pledge allegiance to the shit I die
[Mack 10] So let the slide and put it down from the WestSide

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