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 nigga Ice ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass
who trip, this how we do it
WC
Front back to side
We be it up, till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, have ta erupt
So motherfucker Up!
(repeat 2X)
One: WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, shit
for the riders who ride us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on Dayton wires
the bass, hit the switch
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, up in this b-i-itch
Straight for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, tattered on my chest
Walkin with the of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los
Home of the Crips and the
Where the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town best to 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 one-oh please you can't fuck wit deez
Ice Cubez and is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new
Never slippin cause we flosses, Nina Rosses
Nigga, you knew how we do it
Ain't a Damn Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so up, gimme room, don't neglect
Just respect and everything I can't I wreck
Now you can cross out the and snitches
Shit only killers hootchie and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real dwell
Sewed up the hood, the bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you need your locs on
to bail through, it's fin in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, this West Up! for life

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the West coast
No blades, in my mouth, just a glock
And I'm you up, with that W-S
The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the
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 it five-oh, we call it one time
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 spokes
In the East, we can be
But when you come to L.A., 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 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 five-twenty slide and put it down the WestSide

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