Luyện nghe bài hát West Up!

WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm with this, what we up?
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)
All you busta ass niggaz out
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 for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, this how we do it
WC
Front back 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 the lane, here I come, once again
this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta
rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on them wires
Pump the bass, hit the
Cause Ice Cube, 10, and Dub-C, back up in this b-i-itch
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide on my chest
Walkin with the shadow of
Through the land of the skanless, South Los Angeles
Home of the and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is through the mud
And visitors from outta town best to stay in
You get that tourist ass ganked through my hood
West coast 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
Never cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, thought you how we do it
a Damn Thing Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't
respect and everything I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the and snitches
Shit only hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the where the real hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for
Inglewood City, the throne I home
be so bright, you might need your locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this Up! for life

Verse Three: Ice
Now I got ta show you how the West rocks
No razor blades, in my mouth, just a
And I'm hittin you up, with W-S
The sun, in the East, but it sets in the West
No gold teeth, you a wreath
So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no
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
It's my life my life my my life, in the sunshine!
One nine a ton
How the fuck you think that the West was
Now shit can be squashed over a forty ounce of
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
the nigga James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it down
So bustas be wary see we represent the city
niggaz caught slippin is left with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, more a concrete jungle
full of macks Cadillacs and crack
I allegiance to the shit till I die
[Mack 10] So let the slide and put it down from the WestSide

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