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 out there
I got my homeboys in the house ("Throwin up the W")
My Ice Cube ("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 back side to
We be givin it up, the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, have ta erupt
So motherfucker Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
Nigga clear the lane, I come, once again
With this, gangsta click, this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who ride us I WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on Dayton wires
Pump the bass, hit the
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, 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 of death
Through the of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
Home of the and the Bloods
Where the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town to stay in Hollywood
You get tourist ass ganked strollin through my hood
West coast till the drop
I be it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Two: Mack 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you can't wit deez
Ice Cubez and is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Rosses
Nigga, thought you how we do it
Ain't a 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 bustas and
Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic allowed
On the turf where the real hogs
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I home
Niggaz be so bright, you might need your on
to bail through, it's fin you're in with 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this Up! for life

Verse Three: Ice
Now I got ta show you how the West coast
No blades, in my mouth, just a glock
And I'm hittin you up, 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 of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh
We don't call it five-oh, we call it one
my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One nine a ton
How the you think that the West was won?
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
Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it
So bustas be cause see we represent the city
niggaz caught slippin is left with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, more like a concrete
of macks Cadillacs and crack sacks
I pledge allegiance to the till I die
[Mack 10] So let the five-twenty and put it down from the WestSide

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