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 busta ass out there
I got my homeboys in the house ("Throwin up the W")
My nigga Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), 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
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have ta
So motherfucker Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, again
this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for niggaz 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 for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my
with the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los
of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is drug the mud
And visitors from outta town best to in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin my hood
West coast till the drop
I be throwin it up, so motherfucker Up!
Verse Two: 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh you can't fuck wit deez
Ice Cubez and is my G'z
And hip-hop, top niggaz the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Rosses
Nigga, thought you how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, always on thangs
and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't neglect
Just respect and everything I check I wreck
Now you can cross out the and snitches
Shit killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf the real hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I call
be so bright, you might need your locs 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 coast rocks
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 in the West
No gold teeth, you gets a
So hand me the goodies, mask, no hoodies
day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the 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 West was
Now shit can be squashed over a ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and hundred
In the East, we can be
But you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors
Up! nigga

Verse WC
it up, give 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 caught slippin is left with they drippin
City of the Angels, like a concrete jungle
full of 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")