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 ass niggaz out there
I got my motherfuckin 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 ass niggaz
who trip, how we do it nigga
WC
Front back side to
We be it up, till the day we die
hit me up, I'ma have ta erupt
So West Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
Nigga the lane, here I come, once again
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, shit
Strictly for the riders who us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them that's sittin on them Dayton wires
the bass, hit the switch
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this
Straight hoodsta for life, no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my
Walkin with the shadow of
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los
Home of the Crips and the
Where even the niggaz is drug through the mud
And from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my
West till the casket drop
I be it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Verse 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
Never cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, you knew how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, neglect
Just respect and I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the bustas and
Shit killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf the real hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I home
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 West Up! for life

Verse Three: Ice
Now I got ta show you how the West coast
No razor blades, in my mouth, 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, 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 life my my life my life, in the sunshine!
One nine a ton
How the fuck you think that the West was
Now shit can be squashed 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., your motherfuckin colors
Up! nigga

Verse WC
Give it up, it up
Like the James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it down
So bustas be 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 Cadillacs and 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")